Flowers Come in Black

by LadyPearl   Dec 7, 2006


It's simple, the towers have fallen
Raining upon the frost
We drink
It's here, the music has spoken
Drenching upon the lost
The very brink

Savor that feeling of barren waste
Crawling closer towards me
The numbness
Coffin is here and the flowers placed
Rising slowly to insanity
The darkness

Weep a puddle or two at least
Forget those memories
We shared
Let us have a final dying feast
With our casualties
Our heart prepared

Flowers come in black, not red or gold
You come to me in grey
I see no more
Carved on your face is nothing but cold
Cause life has gone away
Again death pours

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  • 17 years ago

    by ForeverYoung

    Flowers come in black, not red or gold
    You come to me in grey
    ^^^
    I love these lines, verry symbolic!
    your rhyming is awsome, you have a great vocab, finaly a poem on here thats rhyming isn't totaly cliche! lol
    definatly a 5/5 from me

    ~Steph.

  • 17 years ago

    by Mousie

    Wow that really was good... very dark and deep, but i like it! it's a different type of dark and dismal, it's different than most sadness. wonderful job, good flow, 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Edward D Zurovec

    Very,Very descriptive and sad.Well penned Weep a puddle or two At least
    Again death pours
    Given 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Simple Sensation

    Wow really sad poem. The imagery and usage of vocabulary was excellent! Had a good flow. And the title was really eye catching. Keep it up! xx

  • 17 years ago

    by Haven

    Just one sentence: BREATH TAKING!!!

    5/5

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