You, white winter rose
frozen in a pale dawn ,
that the rays of a cold sun
don't warm ...
Here ,you are ,yellow rose
of autumn betrayal ,
departure deprived of redemption
damnation without any return ....
Proud red rose of the triumphant summer
with thorns that ripes like a dagger !
Bloodshed by fathers
who will never see the child again ...
Black rose ,mourning the joyful
springtime's hours ...
Seasons green the abandoned stone,
voice , vanishing in the nowhere ...
Who were you ?
The mud of the wild rose garden
clings to my step...
I remember the softness of a morning,
walking alone in the bare alleys
of peace regained ,imploring grace...
Will they bloom again
the blazing flowers of my carefree youth ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2025 07:16
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Comments6
Another wonderful poem of poetic beauty with colorful images that paint the mind of the reader and a message that is nostalgic and somewhat wistful. It touched me and therefore a fave
thank you dear Soren ! A poem imbued with melancholy persian inspiration !
A deeply philosophical poem built upon the image of the rose, symbolizing the different stages of life. A beautifully crafted and memorable piece.
Mystic melancholy reflecting the transcience of life's moments...
Tremendous imagery.
Thank you Thomas !
i surely hope they will - your love for these flowers stand out, and hope will always win the day
I hope I've succeeded in conveying all the subtletey of a great civilization !
yes you have, thank you
Keep them coming
beautiful
Thanks for your kind comment Neph' !
well deserved, thoroughly enjoyed the read
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