|
Details |
Scarlett Rose Poem
People filled with a lot of joy,
Kids writing down their favorite toy,
Santa comes as jolly as can be,
Leaving presents under the tree,
But what it's really about is not the toy,
It's about our savior the little boy.
The little boy is the reason,
For this wonderful Christmas season.
People laugh and Carolers sing,
Angels fly and sprout their wings,
People rejoice and sing on this day,
The day he was put in the manger to lay.
Copyright © Scarlett Rose | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Scarlett Rose Poem
Every day you go away,
You work and don’t play,
Your smart,
You have a great heart,
Your clever,
And the best dad ever,
You love us,
We can't love you enough,
You are the best dad ever.
Copyright © Scarlett Rose | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Scarlett Rose Poem
I cried for days,
That boy had his ways,
He said he would be back,
The truth he did lack,
He used to make me feel great,
But now I feel I cant carry my own weight,
He left me here,
He didn't care,
There was never an us,
He left me in the dust,
You! Yes you,
You and me are through,
I'm not saying I wont look back,
How can I forget that?
I wish I didn't remember,
Those times in September,
Everything was great,
There were no debates,
Why you left me I don't know,
It was very low,
Will I forget you? No,
I will try to forget that fight,
That took place in the middle of the night,
Those times I thought everything was perfect,
I didn't realize the affect,
I hope your proud,
You made me scream so loud,
I can't forgive you.
Copyright © Scarlett Rose | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Scarlett Rose Poem
I lost her suddenly with no explanation,
she left me alone, in isolation.
Was losing her for better or for worse?
I came out stronger, but maybe its a curse.
Everything is different now that she's gone,
I keep running from my problems, its a marathon.
I avoid it all, bury my emotions deep down,
like water, I'm submerged and going to drown.
Strayed from the world-maker, the creator,
becoming a home-body, becoming a hater.
She was like ice, she got smaller with time.
But I don't miss her anymore, is that a crime?
Loved but lonely, living but lost, my light is the fire.
When I say I'm happier now am I a liar?
Copyright © Scarlett Rose | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Scarlett Rose Poem
The Little Match Girl by H.C. Andersen Part Rewritten By Scarlett G. Rollins
Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.//She had a long cloak over her that also had been worn out and ripped. Her feet were getting colder by every step she took. She passed the Burling's home, the richest people in Denver. Their house was big and quite tall too. It was painted a nice white color. She could see smoke coming out of their chimney and longed to be in there. "Hello Ms. How ya doin'" said a man behind her. She was brought back to reality quite quickly. She turned around to look at the man behind her. "Fine I guess. How about you, sir" She replied. The man looked surprised by her manners. Appearance isn't everything. She thought to herself. "Abou' the same here. What's your name little Missy? Mines Albert." He asked her. "My name is Angelina Anderson." He had a look of shock again. She was now starting to get annoyed. "I must get going now." She finished. Angelina turned and walked away. Now eager to get home to tell her mother about this strange man she had met on her way home by the Burling's hom
Copyright © Scarlett Rose | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Scarlett Rose Poem
You take care of us,
You don't give a fuss,
You work every day,
As the hours go away,
Your nice and pretty,
And you're really witty,
You clean and run your errand,
WOW! You’re a great parent.
You’re the best mom ever!
Copyright © Scarlett Rose | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Scarlett Rose Poem
The tears I try to hold back,
Succeeding I lack,
They run down my face,
I feel disgraced,
I am really done,
I try to run,
Something stops me,
Is this who I want to be?
The girl that goes running away,
I won't be her not any day,
Not in anyway,
Especially not today.
Copyright © Scarlett Rose | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Scarlett Rose Poem
I yawn and turn my head,
Not wanting to get out of bed,
I know I must,
But 5 more minutes won't give a fuss,
The birds sing,
My clock goes ding,
I hide my head under the covers,
Hoping that I won't be found by others,
I just need some sleep,
Some quiet and some peace.
Back to bed I go.
Copyright © Scarlett Rose | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Scarlett Rose Poem
My body felt heavy like an anchor,
gravity was taking over,
As my legs began to give out.
I didn’t even have the strength to carry myself anymore.
But I refuse to fall down,
to let gravity take over,
to let this ocean drown me.
I refuse to sink.
Copyright © Scarlett Rose | Year Posted 2017
|
Details |
Scarlett Rose Poem
My heart pounds faster and faster,
So I squeeze harder and harder.
With my hands around my neck, my face turns redder and redder.
For these feelings are ones I would rather feel no longer.
These thoughts are ones I would rather think no longer.
For that reason this air I would rather breathe no longer.
Which is why my hands are wrapped around my neck and getting tighter and tighter.
But if I wanted I could let go.
Oh, yes. I could let go.
For it doesn't matter because in the end it is not my hands that will take my breathe away.
It is the drowning that will do it.
For I am drowning yet he will not come out to help me.
For he is not aware that I am drowning and he is the only one who can pull me out.
I am drowning in an ocean that only grows and only gets deeper.
I am drowning in this ocean that I fear will be the end of me.
Drowning in an ocean that is yet, not an ocean at all.
Copyright © Scarlett Rose | Year Posted 2017
|
|