Peredhil Posted June 3, 2009 Report Posted June 3, 2009 Roses are red, the deep crimson of blood spurting Thorns are sharp, as knives, shiny, pointy, cutting Violets are blue, veins popping in fear and How much I enjoy. the screams while I'm Hunting with you.
baxter85 Posted June 17, 2009 Report Posted June 17, 2009 Cool poem Peredhil. I like how every other line can be read almost as its own seperate poem. I also liked how peace is met with a sense of pain in the following italic line. Definitely worth repeated reads.
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