Color of darkness,
Hue of sorrow,
Shade of pain,
Embodied in that bloom,
One that he has
Created from his tears,
From his blood,
For her,
Only for her,
In remembrance of their
Broken promises,
Blooming in his garden,
The flowers of dead love,
Adorned with the scars
Of a shattered heart,
Flourish those black roses.
Colour of darkness.... lovely beggining to a sad piece of work. Thanks for sharing.
OUCH, this is sad. But it affects the reader in me, so you are good at it. And the love between them was turned into broken promises (sigh) anyway, another good write from you.
Ah! ! This a very good write Ma'am! I really enjoyed! Black roses!
original poem how love can be turned into a black void seen as a black rose with shades of pain well done indeed...regards
Love your expression of dead love. It's dark with a lot of meaning. I especially liked the last line: the flowers of dead love, adorned with the scars of a shattered heart, flourish those black roses. Keep writing. Thank you for your comment on my poem: Being Bereft, I greatly appreciated it. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a true story bhind those beautiful lines..... I like, i like, i like, i like it.