It's a kind of 'read between the lines' poem. And i've only just turned 16. But i like criticism.
Pure Bliss.
She looks upon a flower in the sweet garden.
Many flowers brush past her knees.
But her eyes are focused on all she needs.
She kneels in the garden
Her long dress caresses about.
And she picks up the small purple sprout.
She sniffs the flower and time erases.
It is only then, no before, no future.
Just her and the flower, she is sure.
How perfect the moment, one she will soon forget.
Not because of the garden, the smell, or the flower.
But because it is the last time she will be fully pure.
For another day would come.
And she would nevermore
Be herself anymore.
A cloud moves along, blocking the sun.
She sticks the flower in her hair
And leaves the garden, the blissful fun.
Her joyous family would see the sprout she has to share.
A cool breeze gently presses against her face
She runs onward free, blind.
Her golden hair holds the flower in a tight embrace.
Unaware of what lurks in the corner of her mind.
A call from the trees ahead of her.
A bird flies away from her.
A curious girl inside of her.
A step toward the call for her.
One last glance at the bird behind.
It gracefully rests on a willow tree.
It becomes stuck in the willow, quite entwined.
Calling for help, it begs to be free.
A call from the trees behind her.
The bird entwined ahead of her.
A curious girl inside of her.
A step behind, toward the call for her.
She turns, she walks, she runs.
The oaks soon tower over the girl.
Shade blocking the sun.
But there lies the glistening pearl.
It’s beauties are grand
But fear boils inside
She just needs the pearl in hand
Without it, she would die.
Behind a squirrel begs for food
An acorn, away from reach.
She can’t help it, she needs the pearl, she argued.
She steps forward, nearing more with each.
The small, artificial light is all she sees
In a place filled with only shadows
Sun blocked by thousands of trees.
A wicked smile on her face shows.
A call from the pearl to her
A trap in darkness all around her.
A need to go deeper to gold for her.
A low intention to look behind her.
She reaches for the pearl
It’s unresisting call
Was too much for her
But suddenly, she wants to fall.
Pearl in hand, she turns around.
The light is gone
The bird is unfound.
The garden is forgone.
And she realizes where she is not
With dawn’s chills, filling her with deep frost.
She drops the pearl, it is no longer worth a lot.
Because she is completely lost.
A cry from the lost girl.
A mistake made from a lone girl.
A lost innocence in a sweet girl.
A small choice that changes a girl.
Pure Bliss.
She looks upon a flower in the sweet garden.
Many flowers brush past her knees.
But her eyes are focused on all she needs.
She kneels in the garden
Her long dress caresses about.
And she picks up the small purple sprout.
She sniffs the flower and time erases.
It is only then, no before, no future.
Just her and the flower, she is sure.
How perfect the moment, one she will soon forget.
Not because of the garden, the smell, or the flower.
But because it is the last time she will be fully pure.
For another day would come.
And she would nevermore
Be herself anymore.
A cloud moves along, blocking the sun.
She sticks the flower in her hair
And leaves the garden, the blissful fun.
Her joyous family would see the sprout she has to share.
A cool breeze gently presses against her face
She runs onward free, blind.
Her golden hair holds the flower in a tight embrace.
Unaware of what lurks in the corner of her mind.
A call from the trees ahead of her.
A bird flies away from her.
A curious girl inside of her.
A step toward the call for her.
One last glance at the bird behind.
It gracefully rests on a willow tree.
It becomes stuck in the willow, quite entwined.
Calling for help, it begs to be free.
A call from the trees behind her.
The bird entwined ahead of her.
A curious girl inside of her.
A step behind, toward the call for her.
She turns, she walks, she runs.
The oaks soon tower over the girl.
Shade blocking the sun.
But there lies the glistening pearl.
It’s beauties are grand
But fear boils inside
She just needs the pearl in hand
Without it, she would die.
Behind a squirrel begs for food
An acorn, away from reach.
She can’t help it, she needs the pearl, she argued.
She steps forward, nearing more with each.
The small, artificial light is all she sees
In a place filled with only shadows
Sun blocked by thousands of trees.
A wicked smile on her face shows.
A call from the pearl to her
A trap in darkness all around her.
A need to go deeper to gold for her.
A low intention to look behind her.
She reaches for the pearl
It’s unresisting call
Was too much for her
But suddenly, she wants to fall.
Pearl in hand, she turns around.
The light is gone
The bird is unfound.
The garden is forgone.
And she realizes where she is not
With dawn’s chills, filling her with deep frost.
She drops the pearl, it is no longer worth a lot.
Because she is completely lost.
A cry from the lost girl.
A mistake made from a lone girl.
A lost innocence in a sweet girl.
A small choice that changes a girl.