The Sorrowful Rose

Alright, well here's the first poem of this installment, and this is one that I myself wrote:

A young enchanting rose

Scarlet red and luscious green

But all things living

Turn to dust

The lovely rose

Once full of life

Now wilting away

In autumn showers

Once red

Now bleak

Blown apart

By deceiving winds

 Remember, constructive criticism only, not everybody will like the same type of poetry so negative comments are unneeded. Thank you and I hope you enjoyed the poem, there will be more to come.