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
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Author:
Bellediva32 (
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- 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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Comments1
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.
Thank u hlaynes3, I appreciate the feedback like that last part though such a tragic ending.
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