Bleeding Rose
by
Sam Hackel-Butt
(Age: 19)
copyright 04-16-2004 Contest Winner
Age Rating: 10 to 127
With a bleeding rose tightly in her grasp, he turned from her.
The droplets hit the ground slowly, making an odd rhythm.
Silent questions filled the space between them as walls of torment were being built, and secured.
What they needed now, was to shatter them before they were completely blocked from one another.
She was the only person who taught him what love was.
He was the only person who taught her what freedom was.
With salt air kissing her lips, and disturbing her golden locks, she put a hand on his shoulder.
He turned to her, seeing the pleading expression on her face.
They stood, connected, by the brave hand that dared reach out in a time of such misery, and pain.
With a sudden gust of wind, his image began to fade, and the sound of metal on concrete rang in her head.
Eyes opening wide, a slight moan escaped her, as she realized she was kneeling in the snow, in front of the grave of her savior.
Roses, poked through the snow, and wrapped their thorny stems around her arms and wrists until they cut, and bled.
The bud bloomed, the darkest red she’s only ever seen once before.
On that day that ended his life.
And hers.
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Your imagry is so sad here, the loss of a loved one is tragic. A wonderful poem!
Sad poems always make me feel sad xD obvious huh?
I like it alot, no problems and such great imagry.
Great work
Ahhhh, ever so-so I need a break from the workshops and read good old great poems. Very dark, and full of fitting descriptions and metaphors. I've always enjoyed reading poems that were telling a story, and when by an author that I've always liked, it makes it even better. Your style is a good one, and this reminds of a few pieces I've read. This piece certainly earned itself a contest win! I was looking at Xenosaga updates when I thought to myself, "Hmm...I should sing into PnP." I saw all your comments, and decided to return the favor. I'm getting side tracked, huh? This was a great piece, and I couldn't find any grammar or spelling mistakes... I've been reading a few poems by a few authors who made the original Oblivion's grammar look like it was written by a collage student... Talk about getting side tracked! Was a nice break reading a great poem like this!
May the divine darkness be with you,
Leigh of the Commenting Crusaders
*sniff* Oh, sheesh, I can't hold it back any longer. WAHHHH!HH!!!H!H!HH!H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There, *sniff*, that feels better. Wow, Samantha, you bowled me over with this. The intense pain and regret made me look down to make sure I didn't cut my heart out. This is so lovely and painful, and WAHHH!!! Oh dear... *sniff*
This was absolutely awesome! I love it! Great write!
Had to come back and give ya some praise for this! Ugh... I can't believe I actually tried to go up against you in a contest..... this piece is phenominal! Wow.... I mean there's just nothing else to say... simply amazing!
Welcome !
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