Dying Love

FredPeyer

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

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2017 02:32
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 66
  • Users favorite of this poem: malubotelho
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  • L

    Love sucks

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks L,
      I found it only sucks if you let it.

    • burning-embers

      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

      • FredPeyer

        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!

        • burning-embers

          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

        • orchidee

          A fine write FP. Flowers there for a time, for a season - then gone!

          • FredPeyer

            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.

          • Renzi

            Stunning. A friend of mine always says *love is pain* .. i guess it is in a way.

            • FredPeyer

              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!

            • Fay Slimm.

              How poignant this poem Fred - filled with sad reasons for comparing a dead rose with wilting love. A moving read.

              • FredPeyer

                Thanks Fay, somehow I thought a rose would be the perfect flower since a fresh rose can symbolize the beginning of love.

              • Goldfinch60

                Very sad emotive write. Very moving.

                • FredPeyer

                  Thank you Goldfinch, but don't start crying yet, it is only a poem! 🙂

                  • Goldfinch60

                    But poetry can give both laughter and tears.

                  • Louis Gibbs

                    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!

                    • FredPeyer

                      Thanks Louis, coming from you that comment means something!

                    • onepauly

                      this is a wonderful way to describe love. in its many assetts

                      • FredPeyer

                        Thanks pauly, not every love lasts forever.

                      • Heather T

                        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 .

                        • FredPeyer

                          I did a very short one which mentions a dried flower. Will publish it today.

                        • whisperingquill

                          This hurts brother only the symmetry of memories can make these petals glisten again
                          The second stanza humbly astonishing

                          • FredPeyer

                            Yeah I guess I learned from you and found a few not so common words! 🙂

                          • malubotelho

                            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.

                            • FredPeyer

                              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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