Bruises

Purple blossoms flower on my skin.

One by one they die and wither,

Ugly yellow tinged with green,

And settle, unbroken white,

As if they had never been.

 

Before the clotted blooms die out

They are happy reminders,

Of drunken tumbles,

Passionate fumbles,

And clumsy accidents we laughed about.

Reviews

[Relic]

Are you sure you're jut starting out in poetry? My guess is you did some writing long before you joined this site? I like all of this, especially tumbles and fumbles and accidents we laughed about. There's a rhythm to that line that dances along nicely. Excellent writing.

[rhymeaway]

This is so good and touchy! Loved ittt

[annalysiar]

Great visual, I love the detail and the words used

[Rachel McLean]

i liked how you took advantage of metaphors in this piece, and the words all flow so nicely together. Great job on this excellent poem! Keep writing!

[fierceauthor]

This is what im talking about..creativity..and a representation of struggle..well done

[Inject Positivity]

The best thing about this poem:
1)the thought is really great
2)nice message about life's difficulty
3) hidden inspiration to overcome such situations
4)amazing use of words.....Hats off! Great one my frnd.....

[ExquisiteEyes]

I like the way you have compared the bruises with blooms.
When I read the title I thought it was going to be a sad one. But this fun poem caught me completely off guard.

[Jordan Smith]

This is really great. I enjoyed this writing alot.

[Southern_Writes]

I bruise with a simple touch. I enjoyed your depiction

[PeaceOfMind]

"Before the clotted blooms die out
They are happy reminders,
Of drunken tumbles,
Passionate fumbles,
And clumsy accidents we laughed about."
In love. Captured the beauty of pain perfectly.

[Jessalynn]

From the title I thought this poem was going a different direction. This was so refreshing and an interesting twist I love it great writing!!