Sad Flowers Die Alone

Mr. Not



A little hydrangea was slowly dying,
Sitting next to its friends who were doing well

The little hydrangea wondered why nobody wanted it,
With its beautiful pink crowns, and green leaves

Its friends never seemed any better,
Before the cold came

And the little hydrangea started to rot,
While its friends were doing well

  • Author: Mr. Not (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2023 12:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: I apologize for disappearing haha. A little poem I started in mid-November when I saw a couple of hydrangeas still alive, one about to rot, and two others doing just fine. kinda felt bad for the rotting flower and decided to do a little anthropomorphism.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 16
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments2

  • jarcher54

    Very un-haha on its face, but so blatantly so that you turn the sadness into a sort of dark joke. But I do shed a tear for anyone starting to rot...

    • Mr. Not

      It is quite sad when people start rotting, isn't it? Thank you for commenting!

    • ilovethecolorblue6

      This is a very deep poem.

      • Mr. Not

        It is meant to have a humanoid sense of self. Thanks for commenting!



      To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.