A rose
soft, gentle,
scent sweet.
A thorn to prick
Blood to drip,
Petals soaked in red
Becoming withered;dead,
Red wine to taste
And seeing his face
In the garden.
A rose
Gripping
Blood dripping,
Tears red
To shed.
Roses and wine
To be mine,
To taste,
To see his face in the garden
His smile to send
For a rose to bloom within. ©LauraLynnPoetry
Picture present here is from a shared site on Google and the artist was not listed
I wish I wrote this poem! I'm coveting your skills ; )
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Nicely done, with so much emotion brought out by the free flowing form. I hope the rose bloomed in the end :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem..how you described why the rose is red?truly imaginative
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