Black Rose

by blackrose1011   Jul 1, 2005


He called her is rose
a bud she was- rather.
but to him she was an angel-
pure and precious matter.

now as she grows-
she’s learned of the rose.
of the thorns, and the pain-
how it could never be held-
Never be tamed.

her innocences shattered-
she knows of pain.
and with pain she grew cold,
without innocence she grew old-

bloomed now He sees her,
lets her live, and go on-
though she tries to fight it,
black she has still become…

*this is how I got my name...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Victoria Holmes

    Your poem is actually very stimulating, and thought-provoking. Poetry cannot be put in box. It is a mental picture, you can have 365 readers everday of year, and all of them will give you 365 different interpretations.

    I am very glad I read your poem, good job.

  • 18 years ago

    by †JustAri†

    well i liked it. all was good except for one spelling mistake: ininnocences. when you put it out like that it sounds like you're stuttering. Peaces, //ari\\

  • 18 years ago

    by Lecrissa

    first line is should be his. The poem is good as it is but to me its missing somthing. I can't put my finger on it though.

  • 18 years ago

    by ~*^*~ longing to belong ~*^*~

    Ok, overall it is a good job. I like the metaphor you have used, and the way you described the changing of the rose. However, it would be better if you started everyline either with or without a capital letter, not a mixture. Also, a few spelling mistakes.

    x

  • 18 years ago

    by blackrose1011

    so i changed some things what do you think?

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