Royal Ninja Poet Couplet

Plastic Flowers

I just thought as I looked at the table,
to love I am no longer able.
I look at the vase,
take a second look just in case.
It came to me,
our so called love I now see.
Our love may be fake but forever will last,
despite our troublesome past.
Plastic flowers I stare,
not real but who would care.
Our love is as fake as the flowers,
to revive you would need powers.
Yet fake flowers need no tending,
and love you are not sending.
You can just leave them their,
forever they'll last not needing air.

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Reason A. Poteet September 19, 2016 at 7:35 PM Enjoyed your take here. The extended metaphor fits very well, Royal. You made some sad, however fititng, points. Glad you wrote it.

Tom Arnone July 24, 2016 at 7:48 PM Interesting. Bitter. To-the-point and true.

Robert Pettit January 23, 2014 at 8:59 PM Reminds me of "Paper Roses" which was recorded by both Anita Bryant and Marie Osmond. You have good descriptiveness and rhyming here.

Chris Witherspoon December 8, 2013 at 4:32 PM Very Nice! I really like the reference of troubled pasts and fake love to plastic flowersrs. Awesome wriite! Chris

Poet Destroyer A October 13, 2013 at 1:17 AM nice seeing this one featured on the soups home page...love love you... xox...ME

Jc Tiz April 22, 2013 at 3:52 PM fake or not love is there and just like zombies will come back to life from way past beyond our souless grave for the day the soilder returns the day the gray skys fade

Charmaine Chircop April 11, 2013 at 11:34 PM Tnks for sharing this post Royal.Your poem reminded me of an oldie song called paper roses..Keep writing-Charma

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire April 1, 2013 at 12:34 AM Dear Royal, Fake Flowers. and yet they will Always be there as will be the LOVE In YOUR Heart, the Memories of Your Soul. Spring time when life begins anew is a time to grow strong so the sadness of a leaf blowing lonely in the Fall wind shall not bring sorrow back again. Inhale the New Life of Spring, hold it tightly and carry it with YOU. Paint the Budding Blossoms in YOUR mind, relish the summer rains upon YOU these things will strenghten YOU. LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER with YOU ...Harry

Len Gasun March 30, 2013 at 12:19 AM You really write so well my dear Royal! Like mother, like daughter hmmnnn. A family of very great poet! Thanks for another sharing! love and big hugs, Leonora

Timothy Hicks March 13, 2013 at 10:45 PM This was such a powerful and deep metaphor. I think of long lasting relationships where the love has withered away but they stick at it, living in the same house, not breaking up... almost mechanically saying the daily "I love you's" simply because they don't think it's right splitting up. I enjoyed reading the raw emotions of this piece... very well thought out!

Poet Destroyer A March 13, 2013 at 6:03 PM My Dearest Royal, to me you are not fake at all...I feel bad that the fake flowers brought up some deep imagery of emotions out of you. However I love the way you compared this love that does not feel real anymore to fake flowers. You did a terrific job,... one more thing, no more fake flowers for you.. LOL...xox~ xox~ xox~