The Wilting Rose

ok, i guess this'll be my poetry topic...um, i probably won't get anything up tonight, but i will eventually....well, i wrote that one symbolic one...i guess i can post that, so here it is

The flame still held after several years,
Despite the onslaught of wind and tears.
'Twas not the faith that held it so,
But remembered feelings of long ago.
The wax had melted down to wick,
And wick had burned the candlestick.
The tears had splattered and flickered the flame,
Coming close, but not only to blame.
Oh! why did it have to end, in wind?
The battering force that no one could send?
The wind had pushed and molded the wax,
Twisting the form 'till it couldn't go back.
The wax had resisted until that day,
When wind and tears had gone away.
And nothing was left, save the silence,
A peace that no flame had ever known,
Wrenching at the candle, and its sense,
And then disappeared with breath blown.

I can remember the days gone past,
When I believed that life was happiness,
That nothing could touch me or bring me down,
But the naivety of children astounds,
Until the true logic is unlocked,
And suddenly, that once-loved rainbow
Isn't a promise anymore.

drasticDreamer wrote:You make me sick with jealousy, Jen. This is crazy-good. Are you sure you're not a published poet? I just... yeah... It's amazing. To go with terms from Mrs. Rutland's class-- The symbolism, the imagery, personification...etc. Wow. It's a good one.

lol, it came out of nowhere...like, in that symbolic poetry forum i was like.....ok, candle. *type type type* "freaking longfellow/frost!!!"

The subway cars in shades of blue
Held me in their depths
Wanting me to see the side
That my future would reflect

The subway cars in the sky,
Seemed to have no end,
For after each station found,
There seemed to be a trend

Twice I saw the other cars
Floating in the sky
Filled with happy passengers
Which I thought was humor dry

I yelled and shouted, screamed my best,
But all to no effect,
For when I closed my eyes again,
I saw my life was wrecked

I saw the blowing papers,
The abandoned third rail too,
Yet after this future alone,
I could only think of you

So comes the last stop,
The so-called end-of-line
With quivering knees I departed
And thought I'd be just fine

But when I saw that image,
Of you held in my heart,
The last thing I could remember
Was a want for a better start


eh...i don't think it flows that well...feel free to rip it to shreds

Jen I'm gonna get rich one day, and hire you to write stuff for me. I love it.

if you want amber, you'll have to pay her, not me. she wouldn't like it if i were the only one profiting from her story, lol...idk how that would work though...definitely not like a stripper and a credit card....definitely not....

Jen, I like your poetry. Tis very good.

And I think you should kidnap Amber and bring her back. Or start a new character. It's good for you.

here's a song i wrote earlier this school year....yeah.

It started like a new beginning
It’s ending like a person drowning
I’m yelling for somebody’s help
But nobody’s there, but nobody’s there

I don’t know where the problems began
I know that I wanted to be there
But I can’t seem to find my place
So I’m better off leaving you behind

I’ve traveled all across the oceans
I’ve seen all that there is to see
I’m starting to forget the past
But it’s always there, it’s always there

I want to just find a home
Where I could find some way through despair
So I’m facing the dawn that breaks
Where I can find some way to forget your face

I’m starting to piece together
What I deemed would last forever
Now I see all the pain I’ve caused
So forget my face, I’ll be now erased

Every time I cry for you,
My tears fall subtly
Like rain outside on my windowpane
Trying so hard to conceal
The secrets within
Slowly, each tear, each raindrop,
Each thought, pain, or worry
Melds together into a single form
Threatening to overpower me
Until it reaches my windowsill,
My anchor, what I couldn't live without
And when finally that anchor has sunk
I know I can count on you
To keep me from drifting astray

I took the road less traveled by
And started my journey to wonder why
Why the thoughts of men alike
Cover the planet in layers of strife
But in the end I have to say
No disappointment had come my way
For when I arrived at the end
Through twists and turns around the bend
I came to find what I was looking for
That men just look for ways to score

es posible....

what was your interpretation?

AW, I like the anchor one...tis way cool. Serious imagery.

In the maelstrom I flounder
But not trying to escape
'Lest I tempt the tempest
Bringing the storm to its height
And losing any shred of hope
In seeing calm seas ever again
It pulls me in,
Then spits me out,
Indecisive in its nature
Making my head spin with each exchange
But if I can choose to believe
In only one, solid truth,
I choose to believe that I can
Put myself wholeheartedly
In your current
To do with me what you will