The blood of a rose (Poetry)

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The blood of a rose

This poem is about the worst event in my life losing my best friend...

Welcome to my world, population you and me
Then you disappeared, so I was left alone you see?
You Didn’t believe in the truth, but I refused to lie
Can’t eat Can’t sleep Can’t think, so slowly I will die

Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?

Red the colour of passion, thorns that stick in the flesh
The horror of beauty, but A horror none the less…

 

What can I say, a poem on so hard an event, doubled with such good poetic structure (unorthodox but fresh in it's deconstructivism) can only amount to one word: great.

Reminds me of E.E Cummings. Condoleances SleapleSS, still I'm happy to see you were able to turn your grief into a thing of beauty, thus turning death into life like so many great men (Montaigne, Voltaire, Proust, Hugo...).

.... Great.

 

Hi Lady Luthien thanks!

But with losing I didn't mean death on this ocasion. She just don't want to see me again and ignores me when I tell her how much I miss her.

I had to write this down or I would loss my mind...

 

This might be off topic but:
In that case don't you think you are overreacting a bit? I mean I had a similar problem once but I learned to get over it.
If she was a real friend she wouldn't cross you out like that.

 

Well lady maybe I am, but maybe not. Only time can answer that question I think. Right now I know that it hurts...

Anyway I came up with this one when I was taking a shower this morning:

~End of days~

Darkness has fallen over me and you
Now it has its grip over Lady Luthien to
A beast has risen, a dark angel flaps her wings
Lucifer is smiling, drenched in the blood of the kings
The end is near but no tears please
‘Cause maybe in death we all find peace

Hope you like it

 

Wooo, I've got my name in a poem!

(am flattered)

 

No offense, but the first impression I got when I looked at this was, "teenage whiny melodramatic poetry." Don't get me wrong; I'm a teenager and I've submitted poetry to a literary magazine before. However, I encourage you to write when you're a bit more calmed down, have a coherent (and maybe considerably less negative) thought to express, and (maybe just a bit) mastered a bit of the English language.

Just some criticism to help you get by. It's just that I think that "the world stinks because someone doesn't like me" poems are the kind that could be improved on.

 

Thanks OAZ

I know it's a dark depressed poem about how much my life sucks but I think most of my poems are like that. When I'm happy I make the Alpha adventures of piepiep (You can find them in misc under the most cool comic ever). I was wondering did you read my old poetry? They are somewhere in this section under the name Magic poem. Maybe you like them anyway thanks for your feedback!

@Lady you are flattered that your name was in my head when I was taking a shower? NICE!