MY black, black rose

a lonely black rose, that grows all to it's self and than it welts away into a white rose and turns red with blood suggested by gothic cowboy :) thanks dude!

 It sits it waits

it stays isolated

it’s lovey cut shapes

remains oh so chated

it’s black lacy petals

swim in the wind

still clinging to the stem

stubborn to stay pinned

down

the rain pours

through the sewers and ice

the cats on all fours

my black flower needs no suffice

The coldness ceases to be faded

My black, Black rose’s

death is belated

the nights are long and are full of jaded

monsters who seek doors

when someone comes to pick my rose

I will cry out in pain

the stem and roots are connected to my veins

that black, black rose isn’t yours

it is MY heart which you have picked

as my whole body shakes and roars

in agony

go pick someone else

I whisper as I fall to the floor

my once midnight black rose is no longer lovley

nightly satin shade

it is now pure white

these angels have no right to raid

my lovley rose

it was only magnificent when it was made

a smokey black like charcol laid

upon a portrait 

spinning it’s sins by the brush

it now bleeds like lipstick

my face is now sick and flush

I am disconnected to my twisted mind

my rose which kept me stable 

is now intertwined

with your wicked brightness

it burns my pale, pale skin

it tortures my immortal soul so much

that I can never re -begin.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

hope you like it :)

Reviews

[carnifex]

nice.
it is somewhat similar to my poem...
but this is amazing.
you carried out the extended metaphor nicely and it reads almost perfectly.
keep up the great work :)

[sutoraika]

really good metaphors. i applaud you! :)

[A sea person]

Interesting extended metaphor! The colors and symbolism are very good! :)

v.r.
Ryan

[lAcEy_LoO's Poems Site]

Great job... i loved it!!!

[Dr. S. D. Blankenship D..]

Wow I like it even better Great job