Monet DreamlessRose Poems
- Death Lullaby A lullabye twists itself and dances over the ...
- One Request Running with
- Last Moments Wish, my beloved, Wish That the medicine comes ...
- Hungry I'm hungry enough to eat a horse A horse I won't ...
- Simple Question So what its morning and the sky is clear? ...
I am 17 years old, but my age doesn't define me. I been told I act beyond my age and it may be true. You see for youself if you choose to talk to me. I have always been a poet in my own heart and I loved to write them down and put them on my wall. But my family would say that they are too dark, morbid or depressing. And it may be so, but the hint is, I find my life at home is depressing. I am in ... more »
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A lullabye twists itself and dances over the river of red
Red as blood that floats across the white bed
Bed of roses with small, white stones that takes their place
Their place in the red embrace ever so lightly carressing their porcelain face
Porcelain face that shows no feelings except a shine of a smile
A smile that charms the roses and have them offer their life to spread themselves as far as a mile
A mile long of petals of tears of happiness just to have a kiss
A kiss from their treasure has them to only welcome coldness
Coldness that chokes them deadly and yet ...