A single rose
Which dies alone
Trickling tears
Without a home
In isolation
Cast astray
Forlorn is love
Without a way.
Its weeping petals
Years which pass
Saddened days
Heartaches supress
Its aging stem
A pillar of stone
Supporting loneliness
When hope has flown.
In night
When dreams abound
Its deepest wishes
Can be found
Trapped within
A prison without walls
Its tender sigh
In vain it calls.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
This poem rings of sadness and with some great lines as well (its ageing stem a pillar of stone). A most lovely write
very kind appreciated and thanks
You are most welcome
It captures both the isolation of the rose and love and the emotional weight carried in its “weeping petals” and silent longing. Nicely Written.
appreciated and thanking you
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