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Wet roses, sick with heavy rain,
Left from last night's slumber,
Smoking the breath of new days.
Swirling crimson sun, turning
Clouds kaleidoscopic in
Burning, dark rhythm.
Let the dew drip full of weight.
A whole morning magnified,
Inverted through liquid orb.
Solidify fiery decay.
Capture the meaning absorbed
Within chaos and abstraction.
In a glistening pool of water.
Lake akin to the forest fire,
Stiller, staying lower,
Ripples investing height
Upon the next day's shower.
Left from last night's slumber,
Smoking the breath of new days.
Swirling crimson sun, turning
Clouds kaleidoscopic in
Burning, dark rhythm.
Let the dew drip full of weight.
A whole morning magnified,
Inverted through liquid orb.
Solidify fiery decay.
Capture the meaning absorbed
Within chaos and abstraction.
In a glistening pool of water.
Lake akin to the forest fire,
Stiller, staying lower,
Ripples investing height
Upon the next day's shower.
Literature
Rose.
All of a sudden I get these flashbacks
From the first time I ever laid my eyes on you,
I remember the smell in the air,
Not even knowing what would happen soon
I knew you would be one in my life; so rare.
Your hair flowed like a chocolate sea
Looking over and glancing at me,
Smiling and waving
As I blush and hide
You had no idea
You stayed in my mind.
I was too shy
To come at all close to you,
I would try to say hi
But no matter how hard I tried
I would always be
The quiet shy guy.
But one day it happened to me
You came and sat in the very next seat,
That was the day I truly knew
True friends were made
I always knew it wa
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The White Rose
The White Rose
Serria was crying again….
It makes me sad to hear her cry.
I love her so….. I wish I could stop hurting her.
I've never hit her……. Never bruised or beat her.
But our verbal jousts are unbearable.
Oh my love, I miss the quiet days of peaceful calm.
When I didn't hurt her feelings and rake her soul.
I want to take her hand and tell her its okay.
Tell her I love you and I'm not afraid to love you.
I want to look into her ice blue eyes and tell her how much she means to me.
Stroke her white blond hair and kiss her pale lips.
I miss my white rose.
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Woah. Totally blown away by the reception this has got. Thank you all so much for your time for reading this and to all of those who favorited, for my sake of course, I'm really glad you liked it. After following critique from those kind people within the elite literature group, I've decided to reduce words and multiply meaning within my poems. It seems that this is the way forward and it does feel much better writing this way too. Really enjoyed making this one and the reception I've recieved has made me feel incredible and happy to write. Thanks to you all, this day has blown me away - the views and favorites. I will continue in this new style and see where it takes me. Thanks all!
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This is so well written. Very, very beautiful and painting - stunning.. just stunning!