The Rose Castle

The Rose Castle

A Poem by Picture of Poetry
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A lost and hidden castle overcome with saddness

"

The outside is breathtaking.

Roses veining the outside suffocating the stone.

The ground drowning in color and to say other

you would be killed by the land.

The air is filled with the love in which is all at

The Rose Castle.

Music of harmony beyond your wonder floats around

and is more harmonic than the angles of the heavens above.

Miracles bloom from every crack and corner in the castle.

The artwork is creative and speaks.

They each tell a story about the castle.

The Rose Castle is large and greater than any

castle in any area.

The rooms are large with brave knights on each side of the door

on the inside and on the outside.

There are many dishes;

dishes in which would blind you if you stared

at for them too long.

Birds of mystical magic creat nests of beauty.

The highest tower made only for one;

the lady of lost hearts.

For she sits and for her beloved husband to

find and save her.

She stars out the window of The Rose Castle and cries out

her lost thoughs and waves herself nearer and nearer to

her doom and deadly dispair.

"Shant I have a love in my castle, for

I am Rose, and I needeth a husband in my Rose Castle."
Lips of rose red, with pale skin an eyes

of emerald green.

Long brown wavy hair with a fist of an attitude.

She wore a dress which touched the floor

slightley.

Her voice was as delicate as her roses.

"Never shall my heart die; I will go on forever

and wait for him in my tower in

The Rose Castle."

© 2008 Picture of Poetry


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This was magical, haunting, and had such vivid description! I could clearly picture this castle in my head, and it's beautiful. =) Great job, very original!

Posted 13 Years Ago


"Lips of rose red, with pale skin an eyes
of emerald green.
Long brown wavy hair with a fist of an attitude.
She wore a dress which touched the floor
slightley.
Her voice was as delicate as her roses."

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Picture of Poetry
Picture of Poetry

Atlanta,, GA



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My name is Jessica, but my friends call me Jess. I'm ___ years old. I love writing and reading as much poetry and famous literature as possible during my spare time. Basically, all day, every day is.. more..

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