Untouched

by Scarlette   Jan 10, 2005


There is a white tip to the rose's pedals
It exists in just a whisper; lost in a spin of screams
But those who hear it; they know
That it is the grandfather of the lightest of dreams

But as its seconds become years
In a forsaken meadow, stranded in the heart of life's deserts
The white dwindles, fades away
Leaving a scarlet thought unhurt

Some say this rose; it is now dead to the eyes
Some say this meadow; it is the core of God's lies
But these words, they sting the untouched truth
Of this rose's perish, her tainted cries

Now the white has gone, the red is queen
No more simplest youth
to nature's many, depraved minds

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  • 20 years ago

    by Ş∂ņďħy∂

    Good metaphors. Good usage of words. I have a doubt,
    “But as its seconds becomes years”
    Is it ‘become’ or ‘becomes’ at that point? I was uncomfortable to pronounce all the “s” sounds in that particular line. Ignore me, if it makes no sense.

  • 20 years ago

    by Leanne

    Very, very good vocabulary!! You went really "DEEP" within your poem! i love that.. good job!

  • 20 years ago

    by SCARECROW

    Incredible. This is the first poem of yours I read, and you're officially on my fav list. Awesome.

  • 20 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    Beautiful, it was so pretty and your words were enchanting. Keep it up! Take care!

  • 20 years ago

    by Rena

    thats a good poem i loved it! ^_^

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