Is that a white flag that flutters?
Rose as the rosy thrilling air
Unbeknownst of Life, he stutters
Resisted naught, Death left him there.
Ocean of faces fell in ravine
Young as he was by the sign of day
His flag is now resting in the hands of the Queen
As one last breath taking the colors of May.
All of his dreams are now seeded plants
Lonely yet loved by what cannot speak
A promise Life made and that's all that She grants
A flag with his name on the world's highest peak.
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Author:
Milly Knight (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was the first poem written in the span of 20 minutes. It represents my idea of how I think I could reach life's end, realizing that the only beings close to me were those who couldn't speak, like pets. The seeded plants refer to everything I leave behind on this earth and the flag is a metaphor for ''Remember me'' for what I've done. I usually write romantic, positive poems, but lately, I've been feeling let down by the people around me, so I decided to put it in a little poem. I'm looking forward to writing more positive, fantasy, and even dramatic poems in the future. Hey, maybe I'll even practice haiku.
- Category: Short story
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