Darkened Rose

by Just Sierra   Feb 23, 2005


I’ll drench my rose red
Thinking of you
Thinking about the blood I’ve bled
And the things I plan to do

I’ll paint my rose black
Just like when you touched my heart
And everything I lack
All fell died and fell apart

I’ll wither like my rose
And die trying
To maintain this forgotten pose
Here I’ll be crying

On my rose I’ll cry
And see if it turns blue
Why does my rose die?
Whenever I think of you

My rose is what I’m adoring
My tears are what I’m crying
Death is beginning to get boring
And when I think of you I’m dieing

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  • 19 years ago

    by Just Sierra

    What? No comments? Haha...no votes either......? This is pitiful! lol. No one wants to form a mob against me? Would it be too much to ask if someone could tell me that this meant something to them? Well, since no one has any comments, I'm going to explain my own poem to myself, lol.

    I think this very accurately describes the depth of pain in the heart when the person you love doesn't know you love them because sometimes words can't form when you're heart is racing too fast. I think that it portrays the madness of pain and death. About how often we compare our pain with death and how often we assume the two to be one in the same.

    Also, I think that this poem explains that we fear what we do not know. Death is inevitable, but we have been taught to find the unusual as something that's going to hurt you, though it may very well not.

    Therefore, I conclude that this poem is probably one of my best in my opinion. It has so much symolism in it that is often hidden a bit too well in my other poems. I'm really proud of this poem, but a bit disappointed that no one has said anything. Is it just me, or does anyone else find anything special about this poem? Does it touch you at all?

    ~Sierra