Writing Prompt

Bright vibrant red or

Soft yellow roses

Beautiful, flawless

Leaves and petals with

Sharp green thorns

Now lay dead ,

black and dried up

Some blowing away

Into the air

Almost Disappearing,

Making you question

If they were ever

Really there at all?

Yet ,with your grief and

Healing ,you begin to

Realize roses

Also Decay and die🥀

A symbol of our own

Delicate life cycle

However, there’s al...

They say it’s the thought that counts. Fresh roses. Fresh roses to say I love you. Fresh roses to say thank you. Fresh roses to say congratulations. They never last, so do the thoughts also never last? Do the thoughts also have an expiration date? Does the thought also only live as long as I take care of it? Even with the best intentions they can’t last forever. Dead roses. Dead roses to say I use...

In a garden where silence softly sighs,

Petals once vibrant, now curl and die,

Crimson dreams in the evening's embrace,

Whispers of love lost, time cannot chase.

Leaves like whispers, brittle and brown,

Bearing the weight of a love’s fading crown,

Frost-kissed the memories, where laughter once bloomed,

Now shadows of fragrance lie heavy in gloom.

Under the moonlight, their beauty...

I’ll never forget!

The tradition you started since the day we met.

You never missed a day.

Your timing as perfects as a beautiful sunshine ray!

A beautiful bouquet of red roses.

The scent so strong it filled our noses.

If I were to ever define love in one smell.

It would be fresh roses with a bit of your cologne that you can barely tell.

You’d buy 12 but would always keep one.

I never knew why and...

There was a girl you never met,

who turned her tears into dead roses,

knowing she’ll never make it out alive,

from this cemetery of flowers,

that we call Life....

The day he had stood their with the roses

It was so long ago

The day he left

I kept the roses to remember him

When they had wilted in the jar

So I put them by my bedside

To remember

The day he left

I went to the store

To buy Rose seeds

I planted them and watched over them

Every day I think about

The day he left

The Rose seeds grow and i watch them sprout

They creep up towards the sun

A...

Bright red

Irises absorb the bloody light

A black hole of colour

Amongst cloudy September

A splotch of feeling,

Vulnerability bundled and tucked

Beneath small trembling arms

Clutching onto dying flowers

As if they are all the warmth

All the warmth in the world

Somebody saw me

Somebody loved me

Can you believe it?

But too soon

Because it’s sooner that forever

Petals dull

And the glow dissipa...

Fading roses on the windowsill

I look at them and I can almost see

I can see the lives that each crumbling pedal represents

As they

Fall

Fall

Until they can no longer go any longer

They can’t go down beneath the surface

And they can’t go back up to being the beautiful rose it once was

Full of life

An abundance of color

Once that color fades

It can never come back

Now all we have lef...

Some things seem so beautiful,

They’re worshiped and praised,

But then they get old,

See there final days,

And less people care,

More forget,

They’re beauty in the start of life’s net,

They see a new blossom and it’s out with the old,

Nobody wants a dying rose...

Dead roses

Blind minds

Embers of fate

Few find themselves blessed enough to find

If only more could see

How can we love a God so seemingly unjust

How can children learn to trust

You

I tell you the truth you tell me I'm meek

I tell you that's too much

You tell me to trust my gut

I hate you with all my guts

I love you for everything you could be

You take your talent and use it so vicious

I see ...