Blue Flower

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem about flowers, but can be interpreted however you like!

I was blue.
A little flower somewhere in the woods.
I was pretty.
But not like you.
As you were tall and bright and colourful.
I was small.
But everybody loved you and your ways.
You all liked me.
But not enough.
As I was boring and my colours dull.
You stood out.
And the people walked past and said 'that's nice'
when they saw me.
Then they saw you.
And I was never picked by passers-by.
But you were.
Because you were prettier and taller.
And I was the
one left behind.

Again.


Submitted: May 21, 2009

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silverwolf

Very nice.My interpretation of the poem is people really only notice the colorful,shiny ,picturesque people not the one color,semi-plain people.

Thu, May 21st, 2009 10:13pm

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Ah good, that was what I was thinking of. Thank you!

Fri, May 22nd, 2009 12:29am

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