Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
You were removing every petal from me,
My thorns had no effect,
Fighting fire with fire would never work,
But you did not even burn the petals - you let them rot,
Sometimes you put me in some water,
Gave me some light,
Before you started to take more petals,
Why did you keep me alone in a separate garden?
Was it fate the wind blew me away?
It is better without you but also lonely,
You ripped the petals, but you did something,
Now I'm stuck blooming and feeling nothing.
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Author:
APB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 20th, 2026 22:05
- Category: Love
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Comments1
This poem feels familiar in many ways. It has an archetypal theme common to many and strikes deep. It feels controlled and used even abused enslaved. Yet the control is metaphoric and what holds one in this garden are our own roots of dependency. Most nicely written and it is a wonderful metaphor with the petals being either time and aging with years being pulled off and the person growing less attractive in personality or even physically or they may be seen as loosing the strength and ability to separate and be their old self. Very nice
I appreciate that the poems message got across, thank you
You are most welcome
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