The rose

Sweetpea000

A rose blooms from the soil
A deep beautiful red
It has magnificence it never asked for
Yet it was once a little seed

The rose had waited under the dirt
Closed off in the dark
Surrounded by worms and ants
When it was just a tiny speck of green

Perhaps it saw the nearby seeds
Perhaps a faint glimmer from above
But it only moved slowly

Little by little it arose from the dirt
Gradually seeing it's new life
Seeing the birds and the bees
Seeing the bright sky above

It had not yet bloomed
But stood as a humble green stem
With only a thorn to protect itself

It survived wind and rain
Till at last summer came
Bright, hot and cheerful
The garden burst with colour

The rose waited some more
Then tenderly unfolded it petals
To join the other flowers

  • Author: Sweetpea000 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 13th, 2017 05:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem as a metaphor for life and the struggles you go through before blooming. Hope you enjoy it!
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 34
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Comments2

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME SWEETPEA (lovely name !) Thank you for a very beautiful first poem in both structure and subject ! I love your metaphor of the struggle of a "rose seed" to bloom and of the struggle each of us hasto grow and succeed in Society. The colour and type and fragrance of each rose is encoded in the DNA (genetic blueprint) in its seed ! So it is with us ! It is the DNA from our parents that confers our ~ colour ~ gender ~ appearance ~ character and intelligence ! How a rose develops (and I have grown roses) depends on t soil ~ water ~ sunshine etc. How we achieve our potential also depends on our Environment ~ Family ~ Country ~ Income ~ Education ~ Opportunity etc. You have chosen an excellent analogy ~ thanks for sharing ! Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my poems ~ Thanks B.

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write. Welcome to MPS.



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