In a field of roses, I pick them all
And with their petals I make my bed
Their flowery embrace as a siren call
Lull me to sleep lying in the warm red
And when the time comes for them to decay
I gather them up and return to the field
From thorny stems, the petals fall away
And gripping them like the petals I peel
If only to try to feel what they feel
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Author:
Noah Malice (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not quite a love poem, but a not quite love poem
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Bravo
It's a love poem to nature! Beautiful!
Thank you. I'm glad you can get your own meaning from it.
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