Death is a dark flower
whose bloom is at night
it's petals like a shower
for the coffin and our plight
and in the darkest hour
it shares it's cold light
it may seem as if it's dour
but it's that's not for fright

It's harsh yet delicate lure
is very hard to see,
it seems like a closed door
but in the end of pain
it's the only thing to be.
when there's no more to gain
Death will set us free
and when we cease to remain
Death will always be.

It will come to see us all,
when things may look morbid
it will gently have us fall
'tis something you can't forbid
'tis something you can't stall.

Many come to hate this garden,
and for those who devour
Many heart's it will harden,
but know this in your final hour,
Death is - a most dark flower.

~The Mute Poet~

No comments? *tear* Lol oh well, just wondering does anyone else write or read poetry? I guess I could use some tips as to what I should work on. Oh well, be safe everyone.
Duke Hafthin Silmeran
High Priest
Guard to Friend and Memory

I don't think there are many here qualified to critique poetry, and many poems by their very nature are personal subjects, especially death. I'm more of a fan of Dylan Thomas' "Do not go gentle into that goodnight" interpretation of death though. The rhyming seemed a bit forced, but I've had enough death in my life that I don't think of it as a flower, so maybe it's just that I can't really relate to the poem.

I guess if I was to write a poem about death, it'd be something like this:

To me, death:
To me, death is a pair of cowboy boots peeking out from underneath a yellow blanket.
To me, death is a panicked daughter, hurriedly driving over to her parents' house after a phone call.
To me, death is the gaping mouth of a grandmother lying in a hospital bed.
And the realization that I'll never again taste one of her butter tarts.


No rhyming; I just gave the reader three experiences of death I've had in my life, and maybe it'll evoke emotion or a memory from a reader who has experienced death in his or her life.

Perhaps I'll write something not of death) Thanks for the reply though. Alright best of luck all, be safe and have fun.
Duke Hafthin Silmeran
High Priest o' Brell
Guard to Friend and Memory

This line made me stumble:

"but it's that's not for fright"

There were also a few cases of "it's" where I don't think you meant "it is" but the possessive so it would be without the apostrophe.

Sorry if that's nitpicky but punctuation errors distract me from enjoying the poem. Don't let that stop you though, keep writing