I began writing poetry my senior year of high school. After being a fan of literature for years, I read some Sylvia Plath poems, and immediately fell in love with this writing form.

POETRY

Poetry: Projects

THE ROSE

A rose sprouted in the middle of a desolate field.

The sun emerged from the clouds

to help it grow.

When night fell

the crimson flower stayed

though the sun would sway.

Eventually

the flower bed was visited

byvarious

by various pesticides

byvarious

by various insects

byvarious

The rose shriveled away but

sprouted

every time the sun

rose again.

Little did the flower know

night always comes

And the sun does too

but not just for the rose.

POETRY

THE ROSE

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