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Language Arts Poem: The Coming

April 20, 2009
By snc947 GOLD, Swansboro, North Carolina
snc947 GOLD, Swansboro, North Carolina
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O, the agony and pain
That comes from one suffering flower.
It’s loss of beauty from the torrent of
The harsh rain.
Thus leading the flower to distress
Of the psychotic winds from the
North.
Leaving it broken and depressed,
Nature lets the flower wallow in
Its own misery and ill-will to live.
The damage and harm that came from
One little storm, had destroyed it.
The garden in which it was planted in,
Mourns for the little blossom,
That had once sunk its roots into the
Damp soil.
For it was the beauty of the flower
That made the grieving all the more.
The loss of the blue petals brighter than
The sky and leaves as full and bright as
The sun.
The poppies and marigolds whisper in
The wind. Speaking about the renewing
Of the once beautiful flower. And that the
Garden should have hope.
That the coming of the same flower, but
Renewed, would return again.
The garden broke out in a whispering of hope.
For the little flower, they murmured,
We will wait for its return.
We will hope.


The author's comments:
In Language Arts, my teacher passed out note cards with words on them. Mine word was Pain. We had brought in a picture that gave us inspiration and we were to write a poem on it with the topic based on our word. I had a blue flower with droplets covering its petals. At first I didn't know how to write my assignment. But I ended up making pain into hope. And I hope you enjoy my poem. Peace. :)

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on Nov. 13 2009 at 10:09 pm
Alyssa Dulay BRONZE, Swansboro, North Carolina
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Sorry? SORRY?! You make a typo and all you have to say is SORRY?!?!

Lol. jk.

snc947 GOLD said...
on Apr. 28 2009 at 2:42 pm
snc947 GOLD, Swansboro, North Carolina
15 articles 10 photos 40 comments
Sorry about the typo! "Mine" in the second sentence is supposed to be "My." Peace. :P