Color me RED

Color me RED

A Poem by ANNA

I'm a rose
With a thick stem
Sharp thorns
And wilted petals
The dirt crumbles beneath me
I fight to root myself up
Dying inside out like a broke arrow
I have only the sun to look for help
Fading fast under the stars
My color glows dim
Where do I exist if not watered?
How do I bloom if not shined on?
When do I grow if not in soil?
What do I call myself if not a rose?

© 2013 ANNA

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maybe a bonsai in struggle...nicely done!!

Posted 2 Years Ago

I like "I fight to root myself". Something very elemental about that line.

Posted 4 Years Ago

This is a nice thoughtful write.
Enjoyed reading,Anna.

Posted 5 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I Love the color red So I had to read your poem...I really enjoyed how you make your readers ponder our very existence...if big a rose, then what would it be the saying goes...a rise by any other name. A lovely poem.

Posted 5 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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4 Reviews
Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on August 3, 2013
Last Updated on August 3, 2013



Phoenix , AZ

I am 28 and love to write. I have been writing for a long time but there is always room for more. I thank everyone that reads my poetry. You truly never know how good something could be until people s.. more..

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