Nicolette Gonzalez

Nicolette Gonzalez Poems

Through dark forests,
And dangerous swamps,
I came upon a rose.
...

A single rose to give,
Not a single life to live,
But the life I am in.
Left without kin.
...

Family,
Are there when needed,
Keep you safe,
Feed you,
...

BloodRose,
Rose of my love,
My love for Dark moon,
Dark as my heart,
...

Never knowing,
That sweet feeling called death,
Always living,
In the shadows of fear,
...

Born in the dark of the moon,
Child of darkness and fear,
Abandoned by your mother,
Hated by your father,
...

Rose from my love,
My love the black dragon,
With teeth like daggers,
Claws of steel,
...

In the valley their lived sally,
She owned a dog named fog,
She found fog in the pound,
Fog loved frogs.
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Nicolette Gonzalez Biography

I was born in Modesto California and lived in Escalon for five years. I then moved to Manteca and lived there for three years. Then I moved back to Escalon and lived there for five more years. Now, I live in Wasilla Alaska, I have lived here for one year now. I have been writing poetry since 6th grade and started writing stories in 7th grade. This is the first time I put my poems up for anyone to see. My stories have only been seen by a few people in Alaska and California.)

The Best Poem Of Nicolette Gonzalez

A Bleeding Rose And The Black Dragons Love

Through dark forests,
And dangerous swamps,
I came upon a rose.

Perfect in every way,
Not a blemish on those dark black petals,
Not a thorn out of place,
Not a single leaf bent.

A trickle of red comes from the petals,
Blood,
The rose is bleeding,
And so is my heart,
As I look in the dark eyes of the dragon.

Big and slender,
Magnificent yet terrifying,
Black dragon,
So beautiful,
What would harm this dragon?

I kneel down and cry,
But I don’t cry normal tears,
These are tears of healing,
He rises to full height.

He said to take the rose,
I take the rose like the dragon wanted,
Such a rush I was in,
I never saw the archer,
The end was slow.

I still held the rose,
As I lay in a pool of blood,
The dragon tells me to wish,
I listened to him.

As I make the wish I can feel my wound healing,
My skin grows hard and leathery wings grow,
My wish was to be a dragon.

I pick one more rose,
A rose for him,
The dragon I saved,
The dragon that I love
The dragon that loves me.

Even as we fly to the garden of roses,
We remember the first rose,
The rose that saved me,
The rose that soaked in my blood.

Where we go now is too a place,
A place as dark as the night of her death,
The death of Lady Katrina,
The woman I used to be.

Now, all I am is a dragon,
As black as the one I love,
My name is the name I was born with,
The name Nephora,
And he is my love,
My love named,
Mokar.

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