Monday, August 16, 2010

A Rose


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

6 comments:

  1. I wish I wrote this poem! I'm coveting your skills ; )

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  2. Very nice flow to this, really cool poem

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  3. http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/jingle-poetry-open-house-party-welcome.html

    Check it out!

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  4. Nicely done, with so much emotion brought out by the free flowing form. I hope the rose bloomed in the end :)

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  5. Beautiful poem..how you described why the rose is red?truly imaginative

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