Red Rose

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago for my poetry class in high school

Like a perfect rose, red
Pampered and protected
But for it to reach it's true beauty
You must let it grow and make it's own bed

Take a stand, don't back down
Trying to move forward
Complicated, your look
Makes me feel lower than the ground

Something once beautiful, now gray
Stripped to an ugly stem
Ripped and torn, till the fragile
Rose starts to wilt away

Something small
Nothing you haven't done
I reach out
You let me fall

It's only defenses, filed down, dull
The thorns it was given, taken away

Vulnerable to the world
It's senses and feelings are now null

Not my fault, you weren't there
You strangle me, lock me up
It's something you can't stop
It's something you can't bare

As it's vibrate red petals cringle
Like dead leaves on the ground
Underneath your feet, unnoticed
It slowly loses it's place in the world, single

Don't scorch me, you did wrong
Don't chain me up
For your mistakes
The Glass, empty, the sand, gone

The Rose grows above it, stem tall
Past the ugliness, and now
It's beauty and talent
Flourish, visible, undeniable by all

Reviews

[Rose Kavanagh]

This poem is very fluid and almost reads like a Florence + The Machine song to me. Beautiful writing!

[Angelita]

thanks!!!!

[Whiterose]

I love this. It shows the ability to grow past pain. Sometimes when you are hurt it feels as though you've been torn apart and this work shows not only that but the recovery from it. Its a very nice poem. :)