Black Rose

Petal by petal my black rose is dying. Weeping blood as it's stem turns brown. With 
its beauty forever gone and its heart not beating, it shall die. His leafs fall off and 
his last petal unclasps from him. Finally, he is left in complete silence as his last black 
petal falls to his feet. As for him, he falls to the ground, dead, as the last petal hits 
the ground.

-Kallie Mason
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Castro Avatar
August 22, 2011 at 11:07 PM
my flower has one on petal left its vitality depends on wether the sun chooses to exudes its radiance upon my black rose 7up
Brown Avatar
May 31, 2011 at 5:23 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Kallie. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
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May 30, 2011 at 9:28 AM
Cool words. I usually turn my roses upside down to dry them out, then place them in a book. I would never do that to a human being though. LOL
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