
A single rose lovely and wild,
Chosen by hand and plucked on a wim.
The rose tender bud bloomed for the one,
Then fell to the floor with its nurturing done.
Left all alone in the heat of the sun.
Its leaves slowly wilted as life left its stem.
Each little petal slipped from its heart,
Six little children lost and apart.
To late for the sorrows.
The damage was done.
No sorry can fix the solitary one.
Many may think that the rose is undone
But deep down inside there is hope for the land
A thousand small seeds each one just a peeble.
though wilted and worn it will rise up again,
in the shape of a new flower just as wild as the rest.
I know I really stink at poem writting. I just don't have the talent with words and try as I might I can't make it say what is trying to get out. So no more hashing no more ryhmns, I'm done with all the lines and hopscotching. took several days I don't remember how. Pencils I've fogotten so aduei to this sentence give, I'm off to bed.
Chosen by hand and plucked on a wim.
The rose tender bud bloomed for the one,
Then fell to the floor with its nurturing done.
Left all alone in the heat of the sun.
Its leaves slowly wilted as life left its stem.
Each little petal slipped from its heart,
Six little children lost and apart.
To late for the sorrows.
The damage was done.
No sorry can fix the solitary one.
Many may think that the rose is undone
But deep down inside there is hope for the land
A thousand small seeds each one just a peeble.
though wilted and worn it will rise up again,
in the shape of a new flower just as wild as the rest.
I know I really stink at poem writting. I just don't have the talent with words and try as I might I can't make it say what is trying to get out. So no more hashing no more ryhmns, I'm done with all the lines and hopscotching. took several days I don't remember how. Pencils I've fogotten so aduei to this sentence give, I'm off to bed.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Vulpine (Other)
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That poem is awesome, and touching, and has a really good point to it.
Poems don't have to rhyme. There are many different styles to poetry.
The rhyming style is the most popular, but, not the only style.
As for the picture, very detailed, and the girl looks sad in the picture.
I think you conveyed the whole idea very well.
I saved both to my compie.
Great work!
Poems don't have to rhyme. There are many different styles to poetry.
The rhyming style is the most popular, but, not the only style.
As for the picture, very detailed, and the girl looks sad in the picture.
I think you conveyed the whole idea very well.
I saved both to my compie.
Great work!
Thank you so much. I have a really hard time reading poems most of their meanings being lost to me. Its that lovely little dislexia syndrom thus why I failed poetry class and french twice in highschool. *grins* I can read fluently but at times words just meld together and there meaning is lost on the path to my brain. Crazy I know. Glad you enjoyed the poem. I should try more but its such a chore.
I noticed! I'm so lazy when it comes to background. Seeing your makes me realize I've got a long way to go before I can call myself artitst.
Ohh, wow, just thinking of what kind of art you could create using steam or smoke surrounding a character of yours makes me all sparkly eyed. I'm positive you could create some very dazzling illusion work.
Ohh, wow, just thinking of what kind of art you could create using steam or smoke surrounding a character of yours makes me all sparkly eyed. I'm positive you could create some very dazzling illusion work.
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