Roses Are Dead

by Gem   Jul 2, 2007


Violets are blue and roses are red
But what do you do when the flowers are dead?
Deep ruby petals turned to filemot
Viridian leaves have all started to rot

Light coral pinks and dark cornflower blues
Dark olive greens and some pale honeydews
All of them wilted, misplacing their shine
Losing the battle and race against time

They wither and fall, drifting to the floor
The beautiful colours are now nevermore
Floating to the ground in a pile so neat
The signal the end of a life pure and sweet

*Gem*
Copyright©GemmaStott2007

(I have writers block so sorry it's so short...
However, this has many different meanings so interpret at will...)

*Filemot - a rotting brown colour

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  • 10 years ago

    by Dark Secrets

    Wow great poem 5/5

  • 10 years ago

    by Hebe

    Beautiful poem.
    Very sad.

    " They wither and fall, drifting to the floor
    The beautiful colours are now nevermore
    Floating to the ground in a pile so neat
    The signal the end of a life pure and sweet "

    This stanza was my favourite.
    Beautiful written.
    Love your work.
    Take care

  • 10 years ago

    by anthony

    I cant see them flowers changing but.,... the fact we loose our personalities as we get real old and moldie :P GReat job Gemma
    Peace
    Anthony

  • 10 years ago

    by supratim

    It is really a sweet sad poem.
    So touching... deep...!!!5/5
    I've straight away added it to my favourite
    list!!!

  • 10 years ago

    by Nebula

    I love this one Gem, it like to can see it happening in slow motion...