Adam Lally

Rookie - 3 Points (17 / Manchester, England)

The Phantom Rose - Poem by Adam Lally

A romantic walk in central park
on a autumn evening with leaves of brown
swaying under the crescent moon's spark
feeling blissful and acting like a clown

You go home and sit down
unable to get that gleam off your smile
‘What a night' you say, with your crown
on your head rolling down the love aisle

Upstairs you go, standing in the bathroom
brushing your teeth with a delightful high
you give a check of reality and boom
the mirror slaps you in the eye

‘Wake up! She'll never be yours!
Your looks are not the golden oars
to steer her love to your sacred shores! '
Eyes widened while stroking your sores

Flinging limbs into an empty bed
The quilting cold as a tear begins to shed
She flew into the night delighted
Never has a love felt so unrequited

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Comments about The Phantom Rose by Adam Lally

  • Yusuf Qomor Olusola (1/18/2018 3:33:00 AM)

    The competent and sweet aroma of this poem reside in the powerful use of sight imagery. The diction also contributed greatly! ! Really like it! (Report) Reply

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  • Shashikant Nishant Sharma (5/30/2012 3:15:00 PM)

    nice poem...really enjoyed it... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012

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