The angry growl
September sky
Breaks to rain
The seagulls fly
Inland safety
Waves distant crash
Against the concrete
Lightnings flash.
The heavy eyes
Forgotten sleep
July a memory
Still to keep
Locked behind
A drunken brawl
The blood stains still
Upon the wall.
Betrayal bows
Nods his head
Her perfume still
Upon the bed
A prickly path
To all who walk
Loves red rose
With thorns that talk.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: September 16th, 2026 03:03
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Comments4
I felt this one Norman all that is good has a price and the beauty and fragrance of the rose bears thorns. I have torn myself on them for lack of care before. Nicely written my friend with a seductive meter and good rhyme a fave
thanking you my friend, much appreciated
You are most welcome
A fine write N. We fought our way through the woods, prickly bushes, etc, taking short-cut to that bus stop - all for nothing. No bus arrived! lol.
bus stop overgrown lol
Norman, what a haunting piece. Weather, sleeplessness, violence, and lingering intimacy converge into a portrait of love after trust has been shattered. The beauty remains inseparable from the pain it carries. Wonderfully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind my friend, always much appreciation and thanks for your read
Those roses without the thorns will be seen along the road again Norman.
Andy
suck is life friend, many thanks for read much appreciated
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