Bouquets of roses decorate my face
When your face turns ugly with expression
My little heart can no longer keep pace
You are stabbing me and I bleed passion
Cologne waves of peppermint kiss my nose
Your fragrance swallows me and I am lost
Your powerful winds strip me of my clothes
Your existence is causing me to frost
I dream to taste the sound of your deep voice
Humming, roaring, booming through my body
I hate this feeling; you leave me no choice
You wonder why I look at you oddly
Why can’t you just feel the same suffering
Your naive eyes can’t see me b u f f e r i n g
-Evangeline Bryant
This poem contains vivid vocabulary and nice imagery.
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the vivid verbs really leave a distinct image great job 🙂
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Nice imagery and symbolism!
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I enjoyed the rhyme
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OOOOUUUUU GO HEAD SISSSSS I LIKE THIS ONE IT MADE ME SMILE IM TELLIN YA MOM HOW GOOD THIS IS
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