something that blooms from the ground
a life that is seen to always come around
its beauty grows from day to day
pretty petals please dont go away
a colorful decoration, a heartwarming fragrance
until....
thorns thunder from what used to be a spectacular thing
what used to hold a beautiful something
what was seen to be a part of a lovely bunch
a thing that dies out slowly
holding caution and beauty
that beautiful thing
is what used to be
~My Rose~
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Author:
taia ewards (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2011 19:02
- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is meant for an x-love
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Great imagery, conveying via the helpful author's note, the reality of "love" gone awry. The fragrant beauty lures and pricks so painfully, a superb metaphor. A tad reminiscent of the medieval romance of Barbara Allen's cruelty.
thanks for liking my poem:)
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