Uncherished Leftovers

Lovely write. And a good structure.
I specially liked the second and third stanza.

Fading away, to oblivion,
with every wisp of
frozen memories.

Wonderful write! Awesome! :)

This is a lovely write :)

'Twirled a wilted leaf,
shoved into grim solitude
by winds of betrayal.'

Loved the imagery you depicted here, the 'wilted leaf' could have come across as trite but you were using as metaphor so it seems fitting once I read over it again, not keen on 'shoved' since I couldn't really make sense of how that particular verb fitted the stanza in terms of lexis and in terms of image. I see what you're trying to convey here, that the leaf is 'violently pushed' to put in other words but I think 'shoved' is too physical.

'Fading away, in oblivion,
with every whisp of
frozen memories.'

Minor typo on 'wisp', and shouldn't the syntax read to be 'to oblivion'? Liked the idea that the memories were 'frozen' and I liked the transition to a more abstract meaning, since the first was almost subjective.

'Framed in the timeline
scars of tainted love;
uncherished leftovers. '

I can't help but echo the name of the song 'tainted love' when I read this haha; sure it wasn't your intention and I really think that 'uncherished' is overstating since 'leftovers' suggests they're unwanted since they're left...over? If you get me, it's like saying 'winged bird' to put it more simply.

'crimson tears,leave traces
on the face of crumbled life.
Silence pursue... '

The idea of blood is used well here I think and the internal rhyme parallels those two lines quite well; I think that 'pursue' should be 'pursues', minor syntax error there. I liked how you conveyed so much with so little words, as Ingrid pointed out, well done for that - neat write. :)

Raj
What a sad piece you have penned. The pain and sadness can be felt in your words. Great imagery and word choices. You just keep growing with your talent :)
Excellent job!
Love Cindy

Oh Dear you have brought forth such sadness in this write. Sometimes when we feel jilted we feel like we are leftovers....and you hit it to the core with your poem. Such a beautifully sad write.

This is beautiful. You haven't written about a typically beautiful subject, but have managed to make it so. Well done