Dead Rose

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Nature is not just a mere beauty, it is the most beautiful teacher. If we can get aquainted with nature, there preachings will shower us with luxory and victory. Trough my this poem, you will unravel nature in its powerful phase, an instructor. My poem also depicts a moral about time, and using it efficiently. Hope you will be inspired by this free verse poetry. Spreading love and happiness, Enjoy!

Dead Rose 

  

Myriads of beauties, bloomed upon the green blanket.

They laughed, after receiving the mellow rays.

The blossoms made the ambience gaiety & their ageless vibrancy remained in my heart,                     

Their vivacious colors contrasted the eyes,

The sweet aroma penetrated my nostrils, how luxurious it all seems!

An unexpected smell erased the beatitude,

The beauty turned into beast! Haunting my vanity,

This unconscious spirit bought me to wretchedness.   

The futile efforts pierced my soul leaving me in the bed of dead roses.

Comments

  1. Literature QueenJune 19, 2020 at 9:43 PM

    I quite enjoyed rereading this poem of yours.

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  2. Miss EloquentJune 19, 2020 at 11:17 PM

    Thank you dear, Shreya!

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  3. Priya AroraJune 24, 2020 at 9:27 PM

    What vocab you have! I am impressed :-)

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  4. Miss EloquentJune 24, 2020 at 9:55 PM

    Thank you so much for your support and encouragement.

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    1. Literature QueenJune 27, 2020 at 6:28 PM

      Your vocabulary will improve the more you read and write.

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    2. Miss EloquentJune 27, 2020 at 10:33 PM

      Yes. Vocabulary enhance with reading and writing!

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    3. Literature QueenJuly 3, 2020 at 3:05 AM

      I completely agree with you.

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  5. Akkriti TiwariFebruary 16, 2021 at 10:12 AM

    this is excellent!!, the way you've described everything and the precise use of words. i love it!

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    1. Miss EloquentFebruary 17, 2021 at 9:00 AM

      AWW! Akkriti:)
      So nice to see you here. Thank you a tons dear.

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