Italian Sonnet

Blossomed Roses

The main inspiration I had for creating this piece was my favorite flower, which is a rose. In this poem I talked about pink roses and different types of fears and how it relates towards everyday thing. This poem mainly revolves around the fear of being alone and how they can’t escape the way they can’t escape the way they feel until the end of the poem.

I smell the sweet air the wind has blown from  

pink roses. Smells of fruits like dark cherries. 

Smells of great fears from blossomed worries. 

Walking through a vacant garden, I become 

Ruefully alone. One prick and I’m numb 

From the mistakes that make up my story. 

Numb from the cold tears that make me blurry. 

I escape from my past and I’ve begun 

My intimate journey. I don’t feel alone 

As I walk through gardens of pink roses. 

Further along I smell some crisp cologne. 

Smells of citrusy oceans that releases 

All my tension in a passionate groan; 

And the petal from my pink rose closes.