(hey, I haven't post a poem in a long time, but decided I might as well post my latest poem for English. It might be a little cliche and I know I'm out of practice, but it felt refreshing to write a poem again.)
The Hope that Bloomed Again
We never thought our sorrow
Would pool at our feet
In the hoary-gray ashes
Scorched, lifeless vines
Peeled from the blackened stone wall
Wilted, brown roses
Clutching their dead mother
Wishing the cloud-sent tears
Rolling down their once white petals
Would douse the already retreating fire
And awaken her
Some fires never fade into memory
Some ashes are destined to be found
Regret does not dull the flame
But tears quench the fire
Tears of hope
Why did we never dare
In all our dreams
To hope that one day we might see
The roses bloom again?
(As most of you know, I appreciate any suggestions and criticisms - harsh or not. Thanks!)
