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Create a story or poem with the theme of 'Dead Roses'.
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Everyone loves getting a rose. They place them in a vase and put them or it on display, in a place that should get enough light. They water them but how long can they be expected to last. Not as long as any of us would like. They sit there enjoying glances from you, who received this gift with love. Never knowing how long it would last. Would it last? Could it last? No. Nothing ever lasts. Soon al...
I looked at the shriveled roses, the ends of the stems resting in two inches of slimy water, the sides of the vase cloudy with residue, browning petals and dry leaves scattered on the table around the base of the vase. Just two days ago they were gorgeous with dewy petals of yellow tipped with red, vibrant green leaves, resting in crystal clear water that refracted rainbows through the vase. I s...
I have achieved my purpose and gone through a process of maturation and growth, showcasing my beauty to others. However, I now feel drained of energy and compared to a wilted rose, as my beauty has faded. It seems I have lost touch with what once gave me life. I am seen as lifeless, like a dead rose. In time, I will decay, but my offspring will continue to thrive. Nearby, other roses are flourishi...
When I was younger my grandma would keep a jar of rose water in the kitchen
They were pretty
Sat there in bright sunlight
Smelling sweet
Though after a while trapped in that jar
The petals would would mould
And their beauty and sweet smell would be gone
And we would take them from the sunlight
And throw them away into the dark
She would grow roses in the back garden too
They were beauti...
Sun rises.
Bright pink reaching towards the sun.
Dreams. Aspirations.
Day crescendos.
Hot. Flourescent. Thriving.
Dancing in the wind.
Bees flutter. Busy.
Collecting, spreading life.
Light begins to fade.
Leaves sag. Content.
Slight tussle together in the evening breeze.
Nightfall.
Lifefall. Sleep roses. Sleep....
A woman bends over the flower she just planted in her garden, the springtime sun boiling her skin. She wipes a bit of sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand after standing up to survey her work. One sunset pink rose. For one picture-perfect date that she attended the night before.
She smiles at the thought. The man, about a year and a half older than her, with soft black hair and, by c...
That’s all that’s left
Of our story
Put on hold by our actions
By our fears
By our inadequacies
How asinine of us
To let it come to this
But I can no longer live the lie with you
To continue with nothing
But gentle grazes and empty promises
Of late night calls that leave me longing for your hands on me
Yearning in anguish for you and I to be finally connected as one in my bed
I can no long...
Love is like a string—
pulling me along, fling after fling.
It’s not a game I like to play,
but still I play it, day after day.
When life gives you lemons,
you squeeze them for lemonade.
When life gives you roses,
you water them until they’ve decayed.
Love is like a rope—
stringing me along, hope after hope.
It holds me there, in the air,
scaring me, affair after affair.
Yes, love scares me,
b...
Rose are dead,
Violets are old,
I miss kissing your head,
Having your hand to hold,
If ever I need to visit you,
I know where you lie,
In the ground covered in grass
of morning dew,
For under the ground the
you reside,
To love forever,
To always be true,
Memories to endeavor,
Old now, no more new,
Never to forget your voice,
Never to grow angry,
To leave me, there was no
choice,
Sickness ...
Roses
Rows and rows of roses
Rotting roses composing in the compost
Disclosing a secret no one else knows
Each red rose shows love that grows and then slows
As thorns cut the woes of wounds weeping and bleeding red onto petals
Infesting bugs medle, ripping, shredding, ending life
The heart's chords strike with strife
Each string cut like each snipped flower
Given weakly and meekly to the prouder
D...
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