The Dress

I really like this poem and the image I created in my head. Most of the time when my characters die, if they are girls, they are wearing a dress.

She was wearing her favorite dress,

That night when she felt the press,

Of Death’s lovely caress.

 

She looked so beautiful,

And made all of her friends rueful,

Until the day she died,

And they realized her smile had lied.

 

She was wearing her favorite dress,

That night when she felt the press,

Of Death’s lovely caress.

 

Her secrets came to light,

Causing so many a fight,

Between lovers and liars,

So many of them alike.

 

She was wearing her favorite dress,

That night they finally found the truth.

She was just a broken girl,

Forever frozen in her youth.

 

Author's Note

I'm wearing my favorite dress.

Reviews

[Jordan's Back]

Wow i got goosebumps

[Rosa Carlyle-Mitchell]

I really like this. There's an eeriness that accompanies most truths, which you portray stunningly.

[sweetie]

death does not discriminate... you really depicted that message well with this poem
good job

[zainul]

I congratulate Amanda for writing this great poem.
She has nicely depicted the aspiration and pain of a decent girl
who dressed in her best even before her death.
Girls fall victim of fake love in most cases.In this case,
she was forced to be frozen forever in her youth.

[Priya]

Beautiful :)

[Kitty Robinson]

awesome! I feel like I can relate.

[Sophie]

oh my gosh, I love the last stanza, especially the last line. I think this is my favorite poem o yours. It's amazing, wow.

[Owlgirl]

Wow, great poem, lovely work!

[Erin Thomas]

I love how you used the rhyme to create the rhythm. It added almost a creepiness and the dress topped it off! I love it! Really great work!

[Rhea752]

NO DYING FOR YOU!!!! :P great poem. the truth of the last stanza was beautifully written. i love how you are also putting a perspective on some of your characters who died. Great Write!!!