Black Rose

Black Rose

Black rose
thorns reaching out
pricking
drops of blood
falling upon
wounded flesh
petals decrepit
dried out
falling upon
a serrated edge
of vicious insanity
acquiring control
weeding out weakness
Black rose
left to shrivel
an insincere gesture
of gratitude
denied
forcing my hand upon
an innoxious stance
peeling away at the flower
of time
crushing the fragments
into a dark powder
to be blown away
into the early
twilight

Reviews

[Blindfolded]

The imagery is very powerful and the poem is dark yet wonderful. A great read.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

sending the darkness away, crushing it into powder.....not only do I like this, I love the work of art you created with your format.

[TC Dunn]

very good imagery… very dark poem. I love it. It was almost sad to see a black rose wilting and shriveled up in my mind. Beautiful poem. Loved it.

[Allen Smuckler]

Never saw a black rose ... until now
Dark ominous write with a glimmer of hope..
I liked the descriptive quality and vivid images
well done Deandra
allen

[Emilie Barn]

I love it, it's a great poem with nice imagery. Keep it up =))

[Julia]

Wow I love it, very powerful!

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

great write. I like it.

[♥ Kinnixk]

Very vivid imagery and beautiful. great job :)

[MoriartyMesa]

This reminds me of very early Black Sabbath, the only thing missing is Lemmy on bass. Like this should song in a metal club some where outside of Manchester in a summer of 76.

[Distant horizons]

Beautiful words. Makes me think of a memory of what once meant something and doesnt anymore.