Alas My Red Roses

Alas My Red Roses short poem

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I live in the cabin up in the woods
Where the river winds its way through the oaks
Wild squirrels racing on the rosewoods
My hound sits by receiving backstrokes

I love lilies but more of red roses
Stuck in dirt from dawn till dusk
All I wanted a garden of red roses
Tilled and turned the earth reeked musk

All is done there you are my red roses
Then came this game, a band of roe
Skipping and skidding across the rows
Buried my rose rows through the rows of roe

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@idongesit_ifet, a fitting subject of odes and sonnets are roses. Shakespeare mentioned it more than a hundred times in his poetry. Sure, you experimented with repetition and alliteration or assonance in the poem, make use of those. Write more.

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