Rotten Red Rose

Rotten Red Rose sonnet poems

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I bought a bouquet of rubies for Rose,
I thought, ‘how they were young, so bloody red!’
I was in love with love, blinded from woes,
A Fool to not see you’d rather me dead.
But the day I bought the roses for you
I felt love leak out the faults in our skin,
Our lips fixed together like fervent glue
And we carried out our favourite sin.
I offered the roses to your Highness,
A coronation of youthful love, but
‘On your knees Fool, dead roses don’t impress’ –
I’d kiss your mouth Queen, but never your foot.
Dethroned as your King, you’d found a new Prince,
Haven’t bought flowers for anyone since.

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A student of English and American Lit. and Poetry at the University of Leicester, currently on an exchange program at Kent State University in Ohio. My writing style changes more than my Netflix list, but generally I love working within rigid form and metre. It's personal poetry but in a style that intends to be universally acknowledged and appreciated, but above all else I just want to improve my writing, perfect my form.
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Fatima Masood

what a poem impressed


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