My Precious Flower

I was thrown a curve ball in the game of life, the best way I felt to express how I felt about it, was through the art of poetry.

My Precious Flower

By: Megan17

My flower stood tall,

showering the garden with light and joy

My flower stood strong,

each petal like a ray of sunshine, daring anything to rain down on it

My flower stood beautiful,

no diamond could live up to the gem it was

Suddenly a storm came upon my garden,

it's dark gushes of wind slashed through the flower

The storm raged with fury as it destroyed the work of art

It tore off the wondrous petals

It broke the perfect stem

It ruined the very thing I had come to love

The garden I once knew to be a place of sheer joy and light,

was now a place of chaos and destruction 

The storm broke my precious flower

This storm, broke me.

Author's Note

Hello!!! This is just a rough first draft, so it's not perfect, and I would love to hear how think I can make it better. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this, any and all criticism is welcomed.

Reviews

[BlackPrince]

Wow, although you say this is just a rough draft,
I think there is a lot of emotion and passion in this poem. You express the love of your flower with such sincerity, and this is exactly what poetry is about: to appreciate the simple yet beautiful things in life that give us inner joy, and have the creative ability to convey our feeling to the world at large.

WELL DONE!!