Midnight Rose

Midnight Rose

A Poem by Beautifully Tragic xPoetry Queen
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Trying to jump start my brain, wanted to be gothic like 'Midnight Serenade'

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In her garden of roses,

‘Neath a pale full moon

Waiting for her lost love

Singing her sorrowful tune

 

Reminiscing of the days

Of romance and passion

Red wine kisses and sex séances

When brighter days were in fashion

 

Now she wanders in her garden

So elegant in her dark veil

Aching in her heavy heart

Leaving roses in her trail

 

She dreams the night away

Never leaving her roses behind

Asking the questions of life after death

Lingering within her mind

 

In the mist, she haunts

Darkness camouflages her clothes

Weeping for her long lost love,

The lonely midnight rose

© 2008 Beautifully Tragic xPoetry Queen


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In the mist, she haunts
Midnight camouflages her clothes
Weeping for her long lost love,
They call her the midnight rose I love the last line. I think the use of midnight may be repeative which might make you dislike the last line. So maybe instead of changing the last line change midnight in this line:

Midnight camouflages her clothes to darkness, or gloom or something in that nature .

Just my opion. The poem is excellent as all your work is, but we are our worse credics. You ask for suggestion so there you have it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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This was so beautiful and haunting! I loved the line with her leaving the trail of roses behind her. The imagery was amazing and it the rhyme flowed perfectly. Great write!

Brette

Posted 16 Years Ago


An Excellent piece beautifully expressed and well penned~Fran

Posted 16 Years Ago


I love the mystic approach, and her vision�but not the haunts�does she really haunt??? I love your writings for they not only captivate my imagination but entertain me with thrills and frills�Nice Rayne

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is awesome! Totally goes with my name, if i may can I use this on my profile? I'll give you all the credit of course.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Love that has slipped away is too sad. We all know it's sting. I feel a darkness of woe in the midnight air. I feel the midnihgt chill and see life through her dark veil of mourning. The rose is a telling of something that was beautiful. Yet every rose holds thorns that can inflict wounds. The roses feel cold and dark. You have painted a vivd image.

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is amazing! I loved the image you painted with your words. My favorite lines are in the first stanza. Great piece of poetry!

Posted 16 Years Ago


In the mist, she haunts. Does she really haunt? It brings in kind of a creepy angle to the lost love story. Along with the darkness and all. Nice twist.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Ooo!! Spectacularly done!! :) I love the haunting, dark, and romantic vernacular that u gave it. Ur such an awesome writer, and pro at this type of writing, hun :) And very cool pictures u gave every write, too. Very cool :) Ur so amazing, hehe!

B.A.

Posted 16 Years Ago


stunning piece! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Excellent work, sort of old school feel. Nicely done

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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My name is Rayne and I have been writing since high school. I took a long vacation from writing, and slowly starting to come back into it again. I admit that I am not the greatest writer, I'm just doi.. more..

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