The first love of a red rose,
take its hand and find a thorn.
A Lilly-of-the-valley offers sweet comfort,
just don’t bite through it’s coat worn.
The creeping bellflower looks safe,
until it steals your progress as it’s born.
Now you’ve learned that flowers kill,
so isolation seems like the only life.
Now with a shift of thought
the love is dead,
leaving only strife
running through your head.
Then you find a Daisy,
innocent and harmless.
But the pains of yesterday
leave no more room for kindness.
So due to fear
you don’t rise above.
Returning to your life-
to the Death of Love.
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- Comment from author about the poem: 5 minute poem inspired by the state of love for a lot of people. I’ll leave interpretation up to the reader. The poem was written within 5 minutes, with 5 minutes of prep time beforehand.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Once bitten twice shy, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't give Daisy a chance.
Even Rose in full bloom is a catch, but watch her darkside.
We all want love, some just want it more.
I completely agree. There are so many who never get out of the mindset of “it’s not worth the pain.” This poem’s perspective is from that unfortunate point of view. The phase of life where you question if your heart is strong enough to be held in someone else’s hands.
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