Guinevere Eveleigh Poems
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A Weed And The Roses
Have you ever seen a weed amongst the roses?
Striving and struggling to block out the sun from their precious petals
It is a pitiful sight of desperation of not greed or vanity
But seeking to be loved and admired by many
But instead you rip out its roots
So that it does not drain out the life in the beauty standing gracefully like swans by the side of where it grew
You chuck it into the bins and your compost heap leaving it rot into sweaty slime amongst the murdered and other outcasts
It head droops with a melancholy mood as it jealously and loneliness is the only ...
The Beauty Of Death
Death moves me to the tears of life
What a release
What a splendid journey
Whether it is a breath of fresh air
Or a kidnapping that steals us away from the ones we love
But once again
What a breeze that rekindles us into a new life and a forever peaceful slumber
Whether we are young, halfway or wanting it to happen or near the brink
Death is not a curse but a gift to life.