Best Wilted Poems

is love to be a wilted rose
to fade beneath the winter snows

to pierce itself with its own thorn
its beauty hide in death to mourn

i watch it bloom from tiny seeds
a spark of lust from passion bleeds

unfold itself within a kiss
then fade within the dying bliss

December...

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weary 
Deep in warm wine 
Outshining russet moon 
Glazed in the glow of honey glass 
Gold breeze

Drifting
Along the flood 
Of wilted summer smiles, 
While my sky sings in the fall of
Silence...

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I took the bus mom,
h o l d i n g  a bright rose for you;
clutched  TIGHT in my hand . . . 
    I  b r u s h  brittle leaves away,
     ...

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Wilted rose petals
unable to attract bees.
Concubine's mirror
holds the reflection of gloom
as she daubs rouge on wrinkles.


Date: 08/19/2022

Note: For the contest (Bite Size Poem no51) by Line Gauthier.
         Honorable Mention...

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i prefer to remember you like this
there was a time when this space was meant only for us
now we created a hole that allowed grief and stress
we are now shades of our former selves living in oblivion within ourselves
i am on a roller coaster ride...

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This pain is all too real;
I wonder if anyone really knows.
All the hurt, I was unable to conceal,
For I stood alone in the garden of the wilted rose.

Alone, lost in old memories,
As the briars clung to my clothes.
I feel the bite of the chilly breeze
Standing...

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Thorns upon a wilted vine
hidden within my flower bed
Through and about they do twine
From my flesh, the color red

Hidden within my flower bed,
my emotions do languor
From my flesh, the color red
weeps, yet I feel no anger

My emotions do languor
Though the ancient Willow tree
weeps, yet I...

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You're the flame around my heart,
am I still your smile
when we're apart?

As you leave your flame flares up,
but when I look into your face,
I miss your lack of smiling place,
You are my fire!

Where were you before my first flame?
What were you before in me?

After your...

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     "Let us not cry for those who are dead," and gone,
I know these words are so right and true;
          Yet my broken heart will not let me stop weeping,
I shed tears...

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Wilted Flowers

What’s happened to Justice 
and speaking truth to power
When people protested
With a peace sign and flower

Yes times are changing
Evil has invaded thoughts
The shifting of power
In madness you’re caught

Now you attack each other
It seems so black and white
The poor bow to the rich
Things have shifted...

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Like a wilted flower in a field full of daisys
I stand alone, near death but still hanging on
I hang on so others can see my beauty and still be happy
but every flower has to die
and without love, care and attention
some die young...

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It was something beautiful,
 like a quickly budding rose.
 We found it among the thorns,
 struggling to reach the sunlight.
 We gave the flower so much care
 with soil and shade and gentleness.
 We watered the flower, so happily,
 almost too happily, too enthusiastic.
 We...

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Wilted ideas
among pettals of dreams
dried roses...

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She was a wreck;
alcohol, drugs, and loneliness
were her company.
Men loved her body,
but avoided her soul like a plague.
“You will never be loved,”
she heard. 
Scornful whispers crawled all around her.
One man loved her so dearly,
that he was ready to see and touch
the ugly scars of her...

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The wilted Rose

A man gave me a bouquet of flowers

A hundred years ago

The roses preserved

Inside the photo books of time

I am wilted

Wrinkled with folds

Where I once was sassy and somewhat bold

Now I am just stories told

I sit in the garden, me and the flowers

All of...

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