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Blooming Crimson

by ToastK


Blooming Crimson Collection

This is an anthology of poetry from ‘Blooming Crimson’, a story that I haven’t finished writing, but wrote these poems to better structure the story.

Blooming Rose

A petal a bloom, fluttering

A thorn a garden, a showing.

Maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m ridiculous,

But when I see the wind create drifts and stirs in between,

Carrying petals and leaves along,

It reminds me.

It reminds me of you.

A sharp vine, crawling.

A sneak inside a garden.

The grass accentuate, no they illuminate,

Your bright hue, violent like blood, yet romantic as love,

Burning with unwavering spikes.

You can rest now, though.

You can rest knowing I remember, and won’t forget.


Blooming Vermilion 

As I look up, up above the vermilion sky,

I see a sea.

Then feel.

Then realize.

I realize a thing that aches my heart.

A memory I buried deep inside, to abyss.

It comes out.

It taunts.

It squeezes.

Though my emotions have been squeezed dry,

Though my heart can no longer cry,

I’ll still remember.

Maybe even reminisce.

I’ll look back, not with sorrow, but with longing.

A smile that fades into the sky, tainted,

By the color of sunset.


Blooming Amaranth

When time comes,

We’ll meet again.

When the wind blows,

We’ll see each other.

Not eye to eye, as we’re split apart by the styx and thames,

But shadow to shadow,

As I cherish the knicks that remain,

As I cherish the knacks you’ve made.

I’ll remember you,

Holding the ironic amaranth you gave.

I’ll remember you,

Holding a one way ticket, to your side.


Blooming Scarlet

The sky, engulfed in ebony black,

The ground, searing with flare,

People still seem to think

That overcoming is of choice.

It isn’t in fact.

The mere one in a hundred

Those seven-and-sixties repeat

That they think and deem easy,

Yet they barely know,

That fate has been sealed in destiny.

That fate was a bridge long burned down.

That fate has already long gone.

Sealed with a scarlet stamp.


Blooming Crimson

Cats chase and chase,

Creating chaos creatively.

I watch these felines.

Caught up, catering to the scene.

I concur, I concede.

The crimson flower that fell,

From a vase, could cause,

A heartache long forgotten.

Can I even call,

Out casting my voice,

Even though I’ve long

Ceased to remember how you look.

I look upon the cats constantly,

Seizing to forget, ceasing to think.

Distractions, confine.


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Wonderful poems really enjoyed reading them all, the rhymes where well written to which is not always an easy thing to do, it's nice that you use this as a type of insporation for your story. I love the poem called Blooming Scarlet the most it was kind of scary in some ways and super dramatic which is cool.
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"Blooming Rose" is a delicate yet profound poem that captures the essence of love, loss, and remembrance through the imagery of a rose garden. The poet skillfully intertwines the beauty of nature with the complexities of human emotions, resulting in a captivating piece that resonates deeply with the reader.

The poem opens with the imagery of petals and blooms fluttering in the wind, setting a tranquil tone that belies the underlying depth of emotion. As the verses unfold, the reader is drawn into a reflection on the fleeting nature of life and love, symbolized by the rose and its thorns.

One of the poem's strengths lies in its ability to evoke a sense of nostalgia and longing. The wind, carrying petals and leaves along, becomes a poignant reminder of the past and the memories that linger like whispers in the breeze. Through this imagery, the poet masterfully conveys the bittersweet experience of remembering a loved one who is no longer present.

The juxtaposition of the rose's beauty with its sharp thorns serves as a powerful metaphor for the complexities of love. The rose, with its bright hue and unwavering spikes, becomes a symbol of passion and intensity, tempered by the pain of loss. Yet, amidst the turmoil, there is also a sense of solace and acceptance. The poet assures the reader that the memories of their loved one will endure, providing comfort in times of sorrow.

In conclusion, "Blooming Rose" is a poignant meditation on love, loss, and remembrance. Through its evocative imagery and heartfelt prose, the poem invites the reader to contemplate the beauty and fragility of life, and the enduring power of memory. It is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the timeless nature of love.





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