Life

A poem I recently wrote. Please try to include both positive and negative criticism :)

It all begins with a flower,

That promise of life that possesses its own power.

It signals spring,

And all that it may bring.

It’s beautiful and perfect and new,

And the sky above it is oh so blue.

 

The flower will grow,

And who knows how far it will go?

It will reach its petals up to the sky,

And in reply,

It will mature and blossom and spread out.

 

And then the fall will slowly filter in,

And the coldness may begin to win over the flower and all that it has been.

It may shiver and whimper and call for help,

And maybe even begin to yelp.

 

And then winter will come,

And the flower’s life may begin to come undone.

It will wither and eventually fade away,

And allow the frost to take over and it will begin to decay.

Lie down, rest its aching limbs,

And slowly dissolve into nothingness.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[GreenIvy]

I love how you can relate to the flower. As if the flower is a person. I also love how this poem depicts the steps of life that some people may go through. Lovely poem. well done.

[writingcrazy55555]

Thanks! Your comments are appreciated. :)