Alice Vedral Rivera

(Chicago, Illinois, USA)

*Blood Red Roses

Blood red
The roses she'd
Always received
Blood red

Blood red
The sole chroma
Of her world
Blood red

Blood red
Spurted out from
His thorn-like barbs
Blood red

Blood red
Her anguished life
Blood red

Blood red
Her favorite
Shade of roses
Blood red

Submitted: Saturday, August 19, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, July 01, 2014

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*Part of my book, 'Shadows on the Carpet II' - 'Contaminated' section

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  • Frank James Ryan, Jr. (11/3/2006 5:18:00 PM)

    Thats a lovely description of roses! I loved the poem! Oh, and thanks for the comment on my first poem on ph. :) -Lauren
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  • Scarlett Treat (8/19/2006 4:24:00 PM)

    If he hit her with words, she bleeds blood red internally.
    If he hit her with fists, she bleeds blood red externally,
    And when enough blood is shed,
    He brings her his 'Sorry, ' or 'Love, ' and blood red roses.


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