Rose
The bitter thorns slowly pierce inwards,
Tearing the flesh apart.
The gentle stem stands half erect,
Tainted. Spoiled. Shamed.
Her aged leaves impress the elders,
Still they create wonders of art.
Her hardened bud hides the beauty within,
A veil to bury her pride.
If only this seed had fallen elsewhere,
If only she’d grown with the rest.
A gentle breeze topples her soul,
She sways on impulse.
Her spirit wilts,
Like a diminishing soul without hope.
Her tender name echoes whispers of the past,
Gently screaming ‘Rose’.
Time that is now shadows the past,
When once she stood so boldly.
Towering trees shimmer above,
That plunge leaves of stone upon her frailty, from time to time.
The imprint of a shoulder,
Lies firmly in her support. Cold.
Images of a happy soul,
Reflect off her mirrored eyes.
The sweet name sends whispers of ‘Angel’,
To every flower that grows.
But the hardened soul does not lie,
Nor does it hide sap-like tears of pain.
A wilted soul, a broken stem,
A stunning head hung low.
Never could such a saddened being
By the name of darling ‘Rose’ go.
For Rose.
Comments
That was really beautiful, but somewhat sad. Reminds me a little bit of one of my favorite poets, Yeats :)
Thanks for the comment! I wrote this a few years ago now but it’s one of my favourites.
Hauntingly beautiful, and yet so full of despair.
Such a sad piece and beautifully written, well done.
thank you both!
Epic. You are brilliant. Mad cow, indeed; that’s what your words make ME!
Thank you so much! I wrote this a good few years ago, and still now when i read it i feel Rose’s pain
– drjones
This poem reminded me of one of the poems I wrote myself a little while ago. Sounds like I need to go and find it now.
I love the last two lines, “Never could such a saddened being / By the name of darling ‘Rose’ go.” Great concept there.
Thanks!! I just saw you’ve uploaded yours so il go take a look now!
– drjones
Daryl, the is very “SHAKESPEAR”. I read this at work and wouldn’t answer a call or finish what I was doing until I finished reading this…Twice.
How dark and solumn it is, yet how passionate and full of love. The truth is, I have read in to it in a few different ways, I don’t really know what drove you to write it. But it is very good!
I am a massive Shakespear fan and this is right up there!
Thanks Andy…your comment means a lot…And Shakespeare!! WOW!
Rose was a student at my High School…one of the most beautiful souls I have ever met. She was bullied a hell of a lot…I wrote this for her.
– drjones
Also, my grandmother’s name was rose, she passed away a few years ago, this seems to be perfect for her… An aging flower, who; though wilted kept her perfection to the end.
I love her, and I love the poem!