In between such delicate fingertips;
She holds the blackest of roses,
And the dark petals brush her lips.
Her sombre shadow across her face,
Describes the bleakest of life's loses.
Such sweet scent floating in the air;
She breathes in the aroma of the black rose,
That scarlet stem entwines in her raven hair.
Her enchanting eyes are but a glaze,
Those wells of happiness have all but froze.
Thorns of iron dig into her soft skin;
She screams from the pain of that bloody rose,
With it's intoxication of simplistic sin.
Her haunting presence brings haste,
To a silence of a death nearing close.
A dark romantic poem.
Beautifully written. It has a kind of elegance that suggests hidden thoughts and feelings, allowing the writer to imagine various people. Wonderful use of descriptive language, and the fact that you didn't describe the girl means the reader can imagine her to their liking, allowing them to get a more personal effect. However, at the end, it kind of grew a bit disconnected, in how it sounded, because the last two lines. "Her haunting prescence brings haste, to the silencce of a death nearing close." It might just be me, but these lines seemed to be a little random. The overall theme was one focusing on the rose, but then you brought in death, and it threw off the light on that. Perhaps you could change it, if I come up with any ideas, I'll send you a note. Otherwise, well done.
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I like how this started so delicate and gentle and then it took a turn which really grabs someone who reads it
It's actually quite good, although the style's a little grating.
I like it Bravo.
I like it Bravo.
This is brilliant!
Amazing! It has lots of depth and meaning. I love it!
Why thanks. Probably one of my personal faves this.
Thanks, mind me asking what you like about it? (Oh and why not check out the rest of my gallery, please watch me if you like what you read and if you like to join my poetry group you are more than welcome.
The use of words makes the piece have an air of undescribable beauty yet immense sadness at the same time. To be able to do that is amazing
Why thank you. My inspiration was slightly gothic. It would be awesome if someone could do this poem a picture, say in watercolours, or oils. My main colours I have my head are black, red, a dull silver, and emerald green. This poem didn't take me long to write, composed in 5 to 15 minutes and this is the only draft.
Sometimes there is such beauty in despair. Lovely.