In its prime
youth shines
amidst the green lawn
an aloof rose stands
Everyone wanted to be red
they chose to be one
red, yellow and orange
few chose to lead
turning violet, blue and peach
but that one striking among the masses
grew to slow
admiring the environment
it chose to be immature
now is the time
after observing a while
let the lion roar
tell them you haven’t forgotten how to soar,
no memory is bad
you just lack to sharpen your blade,
practice makes the winner at test
you shall lead amongst the rest
when all sleep
in amber deep
you awake
you run
you practice
make mistakes to correct them
amidst the whole crowd of mature
you chose humour upon
hiding the streak of seriousness
play with mind this deal
In order to seal
the battle deal
a black rose blooming upon a hill
watching the sea from a cliff…
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Engaging great writing , spiller ., I liked reading your words ., ) I think even when we are different or not as far as others may be .. we can still bloom in our own way or reach a better place
We surely will bloom in the most exotic way….
I agree. Many of us 'fear' to be or act different because of what people might think of us. It is this difference that has led to great ideas and creations...Enjoyed your poem.
Thanks dear Rozina….its been a while having read from you…
I personally quite like to be different ..
this is an inspiring bit of poetry that will either shock or appeal greatly to those who stumble upon it .. I fall into the latter category ......... N x
Glad you are the courageous black rose dear Neville
I could visualize how a child(black rose) breaks through the monotonous expectations of society. Falling, making mistakes, still believing in self, playing with what he has, and blooming at the cliff. Indelible!
Thanks dear Bubblehead…we at MPS, I assume are black roses in this world of garden….
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