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The Price Of Ambrosia

The Price Of Ambrosia

A Poem by Raven Wilson

Broken hearted flowers grow in the meadows of life.

These beautiful blossoms fill the Elysian Fields;

Never to be seen by those who created the ideal afterlife.


Petals of every color shed tears of sweet honey

to be collected as ambrosia to the Gods.

To be drunk, and coveted by the Gods.


For every heartbreak a flower grows

Another source to a river that flows

Sweet nectar to the Gods.


How much suffering do we go through

to feed the Gods’ thirst?

How many stories have lived the Gods’ curse?


Every flower holds the story of a love that might have been.

Each petal sheds a tear for the pain it feels within.

People keep on living to pay for a nonexistent sin.



© 2010 Raven Wilson



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"Broken hearted flowers grow in the meadows of life."
what a wonderful line!!!
"Every flower holds the story of a love that might have been.
Each petal sheds a tear for the pain it feels within.
People keep on living to pay for a nonexistent sin."
...and i love this ending verse--just beautiful imagery...:-)
love it!!!



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Raven Wilson
Raven Wilson

~~, NY



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My name is Raven, I currently reside in a very obscure little town near the Canadian border in New York. At this moment I am eighteen years of age. My favorite topics deal with heartbreak, pain, loss,.. more..

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