Every year I see them pass,
Those roses.
I reach for them, but just can’t clasp
My roses.
Slender structure, soft red hair,
Roses.
Sits upon a vase and wilts,
But poses,
Those beautiful wilted roses.
-Rachel A.
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I really like how you compared the roses to red hair, I thought it was really unique. Good job!
ReplyDelete-Ava Nozicka
Ouch. Painful. Such a sense of longing. My heart hurt when I read the piece. If you can make your reader feel some emotion, you've got something special.
ReplyDelete--Weidig
this is a really good poem
ReplyDeleteu made some pretty good comparisons
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