Black Roses with Red Thorns

Jon Nakapalau

(dedicated to Charles Baudelaire)

Did grow in my heart,
In shadow of my wanting soul;
Hoping that hopelessness would end -
When your marble eyes would open to see me.

Not even earth wet with my tears
Could draw you to tending,
And pale stalk stunted;
As you walked past into purple evening.

Then sickly did I grow;
In the garden of your withheld love -
Tears and petals black
Falling as carpet to your wanderings.

And you stooped to notice -
Only upon that last evening;
When I asked the cadaverous moon
For frosted kiss of death.

  • Author: Jon Nakapalau (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 25th, 2022 17:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: Written after my most recent reading of Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 16
  • Users favorite of this poem: Dahlia
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  • Dahlia

    very nice & superb ending 👌
    Dahlia Vitalia



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