Mine

foldingchairs

I have a broken vase

It sits by itself on a shelf

I like it to collect dust

And open the cracks further

Till I quite literally think it might burst

My parents come and tell me

To make it look more alive

They decorate it with roses

But incompetent as they are

The thorns scratch 

What once was beautiful

Into a mangled chaotic mess

I have a broken vase

It sits by itself on a shelf

I like it to collect dust

Because it is mine.

  • Author: foldingchairs (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2016 21:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem was one I wrote when I was younger. I in no way am a poet but I still like to write and I just like to but it in a finished format.
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 27
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  • Jeff

    A very nice write...good work

  • ShadedSorrow

    It's very good, i like this form of poetry.

    • foldingchairs

      Thanks! I honestly just wrote what I thought, I don't even know what you would call it.

      • ShadedSorrow

        I would call it "amazing". (;

        • foldingchairs

          Awww thanks 🙂



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