Cemetery of Corpse Roses

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Hauntingly beautiful... and the hourglass shape of your poem is very, very fitting ... Loved the dark atmosphere you've created here... So well done, Ink Empress :)

A true elegy on the 'wild corpse roses' strewn in any cemetery. Here we cannot smell the fragrance of roses or behold its beauty, but experience just the stark sorrow of absence and loneliness. Here there are no songs of melody, but requiems of parting heard by no cheering audience, but by ravens. "wild corpse roses, whistling moonless requiems to ravens blind to the truth etched in lithium..." Powerful and emotive poetry. Congratulations on your first place win, dear sweet friend.

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- I feel humility...imprints of sorrow in this deep beautiful poem, Ink - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs

Dear Inky, your poem is breathtakingly dark and lyrical—a poetic dirge painted in celestial hues. The imagery is rich with sorrow and beauty, especially 'kohl heart bleeds' and 'cemetery of wild corpse roses.' There's a delicate, almost fractured rhythm that mirrors the theme of loss and longing. The final line is chilling in the best way—'ravens blind to the truth etched in lithium' lingers long after reading. A fave for me...Hugs

Dear I E, how beautiful your writing is.....wow! Such splendid writing and vivid imagery! Your poetic voice just leaves me breathless! I'm in awe, dearest I E. Sending you love, Anne

wonderful and creative poetry, almost a chilly atmosphere, but poignant, bravo poet

Breath-taking. Raw if sad imagery yet vivid Sorrow, and haunting beauty creates an atmosphere that lingers—like an echo of a forgotten dream.

This is poignant and profound. The title stood out to me, too. First of all, this has a unique form which I admire deeply! Your words and imagery are very on point. The analogies and allegories within this poem are unstoppable; keep writing, dear poet <3

There's a love note on your pale pink lips that sounds of first frost bloom, and speaks of delicate sorrow daring the hope of tomorrow...Your poetic sensitivity is beautiful Poetess. I also like very much this poem's picture...J.A.B.

I haven’t seen a nonet before. I really liked this poem. I reread it several times.

atmospheric and beautiful!

Your nonet spirals in a way seeming to resemble a ghost. I like the somber words and metaphors that make me shiver on a hot day.

Gorgeous double nonet, my sweet friend. So creative.

Wow- this is darkly given, and beautiful

Dearest Empress, Wow, a scintillating lament. As I was reading I felt like a shard adrift in nocturnal melancholy. I sensed the pang of farewell, the untamed blossoms and shadowed elegies, the manner in which remembrance and sorrow entwine. Empress, your voice is so ethereal, mellifluous, and intrepid, embodying the exquisite pain of loss and though reveries wane, affection endures within the iris of auroras. Grateful for the passage through your twilight sanctuary. I guess I am a little more morbid but I call this a FAV. Spring Blessings, My Dear Empress, Daniel

Excellent and haunting!

my kohl heart bleeds beside your trembling tombstone, oooo dayum!!!! Love that! twirling above ghosts in the cemetery of wild corpse roses, mmmm stunning imagery … the eerieness is gorgeous in this piece papi..

You could write for every mood ! And that’s what makes you special poet