The Dying Flower Poem by Hnt var
The Dying Flower
There was love in the room.
It was the laughter in the rain.
With nearly broken legs, it kept its pride.
And bloomed and walked towards the heights.
With petals of white and its invisible crown
My flower flew in the night of blissful hopes.
Oh I wish time was my friend.
So I could rewrite the story in the end.
But sadly 't was my ignorance that I met.
To travel back in time and space.
Only to face my flower dying again.
Dear Herant, I loved your poem. Short, sweet and skillfully crafted. From the first line itself the poem holds your attention. You have a real talent here, which you can hone still further to become a consummate poet. Wish you all the best for the contest. But you cannot predict anything in an Online Contest like this - which can be easily manipulated by cyber savvy poets! ! (See my poem Poem Hunter Contest Final just to have an idea of how a contest can be manipulated...)
IF TIME IS NOT YOUR FRIEND THEN DYING WITH DIGNITY MIGHT HELP. HEAVY-DUTY THOUGHTS, I KNOW. BUT THAT'S LIFE AND DEATH.
wow this is beautiful, nice concept and length, not too much but carries all the emotions it has to keep it up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:59:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When I read this poem it reminds me how time will continue even if you don't want it to; how I wish I could escape from the dying flower. It reminds me of how I wish I could change my past and how I can't change the past. I can only live with the decision I've made and the consequences for my actions. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem with me I look forward to reading more of your work -Autumn