The Black Rose

by Rona   Jul 30, 2004


Rain falls from the sky
The angels cry
Tears of blood for pain and suffering
Ten-thousand years of wondering
Velvet sky turned cold and gray
All of them had nothing to say
Wishing the pain would go away
Wishing for a brand new day
Singing songs of misery
Pain is the base of their mystery
Their hearts and souls slowly die
Cos' their lives were just a lie
Hear the voices of the dead
Listen to what was said
Emptiness is what they chose
That was the way of The Black Rose
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Copyright © 2004 Rona

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  • 14 years ago

    by silent turbulence

    Good stuff!! :)

  • 15 years ago

    by Brad Quammen

    I know you've probably heard this a million times,but none-the-less,you have a great style.I enjoyed how you made one word flow to the next.5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Chelsey

    I liked this. The flow was good and the whole poem itself was wonderful, although kind of sad. 5/5

    Chelsey

  • 17 years ago

    by Jenni

    I really loved this poem. This one is definately one of my favorites. [The one to your mom is my favorite] Great job! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    A very unique dark poem. I like the methaphor. Nice job!

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