Death of a Rose

Bellediva32

What a beauty rose was, a simple girl whose life has been snatched before her eyes.

Her eyes were like the mountains, skin olive as the wine poured in a champagne glass.

Her body dreaded tremendously as her killer dragged her body; down an alley.

Rose was killed of her beauty, an innocent life, taken as she tries to grasp for life.

Her death cries for help, no one couldn't hear; a desperate man wanted her womanhood, may have won his right, but taken a flower from its root too soon.

 

-the end

 

  • Author: Bellediva32 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2017 16:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's a mysterious poem of a young lady named, Rose who was murdered for no apparent reason.
  • Category: Sad
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  • hlaynes3

    I like the imagery and similes in this poem. I especially like the last line, comparing the loss of a young life to a flower that had picked too soon.

    • Bellediva32

      Thank u hlaynes3, I appreciate the feedback like that last part though such a tragic ending.



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