A red rose leaning
Tiredly against the glass
Of the dirty old vase
Nearly empty of water
Some formerly red petals
Lying abandoned and forlorn
On the table near the vase
A symbol of a slowly inexorably
Wilting dying love
A love once full of promise
Straining to reach the sun
Filling the heart with providence
For an inconceivably bright
And happily fulfilled future
Like the dying rose
That love has lost its brilliance
A mere shadow of its former self
All shriveled up devoid of sap
It exists but only as a barely
Unrecognizable broken copy
Of its shining former self
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2017 02:32
- Category: Love
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Comments11
Love sucks
Thanks L,
I found it only sucks if you let it.
Brought a tear to my eye fred because i interpreted this as my love for life and how life loves right back at me. Sadly i age and cannot enjoy this lovely world as i would like to. The decaying rose is me and millions like me. Beautiful words. You are some poet
b-e, that is so kind of you to say. Comparing this to life and us is something I did not think about. But you are so right. I do believe that 'some poet' is not me, but you!
No Fred, i hand that back to you. Great inspiration for me to contemplate another theme for verse...... i'm out of phase at the mo .... not writing
A fine write FP. Flowers there for a time, for a season - then gone!
Thanks orchidee, you are right, just as the flowers, the love also can only last for a season. But contrary to flowers, love CAN last forever.
Stunning. A friend of mine always says *love is pain* .. i guess it is in a way.
You are right Renzi, there is pain involved in love, simply because, as I believe, love encompasses all of our human emotions and perceptions, both physical and mental. So you have everyting, including pain. But you also have the opposites!
How poignant this poem Fred - filled with sad reasons for comparing a dead rose with wilting love. A moving read.
Thanks Fay, somehow I thought a rose would be the perfect flower since a fresh rose can symbolize the beginning of love.
Very sad emotive write. Very moving.
Thank you Goldfinch, but don't start crying yet, it is only a poem! 🙂
But poetry can give both laughter and tears.
The agony and the ecstasy love reflected can bring ... beautifully portrayed in this fine poem, Fred. The analogy to a neglected rose ... so well done!
Thanks Louis, coming from you that comment means something!
this is a wonderful way to describe love. in its many assetts
Thanks pauly, not every love lasts forever.
This absolutely aches as it withers down the page. It puts me in mind of my daughter. She dries and saves all of her special flowers to remember events. I guess we could become friends or enemies with a memory .
I did a very short one which mentions a dried flower. Will publish it today.
This hurts brother only the symmetry of memories can make these petals glisten again
The second stanza humbly astonishing
Yeah I guess I learned from you and found a few not so common words! 🙂
Fred, I wrote the simple lines about love and you portrayed all the matters in this poem. It truly bought me to tears. Beautiful and sad. I don't think love dies though, I think it change but does not die. I still loving my ex husband even if we don't live together anymore. But we are good friends and we still loving each other. We still arguiyng also. And laughing too. Love changed, did not die.
Actually malu, as long as you argue you have feelings. Love only dies when the arguments stop, because that is when you stop caring.
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