To pick her is to pain, Yet
magnificent in her simplicity,
Her light blinds my eyes, When
A thorn stabs my finger tip,
Unaware my frame betrayed me
When a blood tear falls on her,
A moment transient, Frozen in time,
A blank canvas alight with color,
As she battles for justice, A place to be,
A right to choose, Too unwilling to part
For, what is A Rose without her Thorns?
There she blooms, In all her glory, Tenacious,
A White-Red rose; A Rose with Thorns
Too flawed to be flawless, Too soiled to be dainty,
Amidst a thousand tender blooms,
Why... She outdo them all!
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Author:
Aradhya (
Offline) - Published: May 28th, 2022 02:46
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
An excellent poem to read. Just amazed how several rose 🌹 related poems are being posted at the site today. Thanks for sharing.
indeed there were a few 😀 thank you for your kind words!
For, what is A Rose without her Thorns?
Love this verse! A very reflective poem. Stems from the theme of perfect imperfections 🌹
yes judy many things are so perfect just because they are imperfect! thank you for your kind comment much appreciated! 😀
Sometimes beauty cautions us to beware. Admire me, but I am my own. A tale beautifully told in lovely verse.
thank you Bella for your kind words!
A rose and her thorns, A great quandary of Nature. Excellently presented, highlighting the contrast of beauty and pain. Some would say the "Love" theme in Nature's own words. Some fresh phrases in your poem: "a blood tear." "a moment transient," "too unwilling to part.' I loved how you breathed life into the rose, making her a living being. Well done. - Phil A.
thank you phil for you kind comment. much appreciated!
Sounds like you're a popular girl. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
you are too kind Jonas, but thank you! 😀
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