Darken pedals, The black rose is upon death’s stairs. Its thorns bleed not blood, But call so hauntingly for your soul. Each shredded petal, A Plague, A War, A birth of Hatred renewed. Just open your eyes, No one will cry at my funeral. No one weeps for a reaper, A black rose’s seed. Forget Demons, Forget the Damned. The power lies in the petals, The blood runs in its roots. Chaos is its only purpose, Born from life, The beginning of the end, Watch me pluck each petal.
I like this poem, it is a very good write, however, I think it could be better if you were to seperate it out into lines and stanzas. If you keep the punctuation the way it is but change the structure it will have a better effect and naturally emphasise the parts that need to be emphasised.
Loved it. Dark and spiritual. Captivating and interesting. A very strong, intense poem. I especially liked the way you ended your piece with "Watch me pluck each petal." Wonderful.
That's the question, what is the role of spirituality in a modern society, we need integral spirituality. Why to ask questions? This darkness and sin and demons and burn in hell are nice instruments; they give a promise; they indoctrinate with their semi-violent brain-wash coctail, this is self-indulgent, and they make you donate them your money or spend your spare time sticking with their propaganda. Unbelievable, one would receive nothing but still believing he gets rewards and - this works in 21st century. I personally don't know darkness in my soul nor do I know darkness around me, I am utterly innocent by choice; we make our choices, we might even not get what we wish for - and I have no fear. For whom did you write it? Thanks for your witty comment on my poem Facebook.
Interesting poem. I love the tone, it was sorrowful, but also powerful. It's a strong poem and I think it says alot, just in a hidden meaning. Great job :)