Black Rose

She is the rare and lovely rose,

Who in a concrete garden, grows,

A beauty, radiant and bright,

Like shining stars in dark of night.

Her petals, like an Onyx gem,

As diamond thorns adorn her stem,

Her scent compels all to her form;

With purity, and essence, warm,

Embracing every soul, does she,

In sweetness and humility;

A million words could not relate

The way this rose does captivate.

If fate should happen you to see

This rose in your vicinity:

Please nurture her, she is, at birth

A black rose of a priceless worth.

So celebrate the rose who's grown

Outside the common path we've known;

With strength and fortitude, survives

Beyond her circumstance, and thrives. 

-spokenhues 

Reviews

[Ted Kniffen]

This is a pretty good poem. The meter and rhyme are well worked. There are a couple of things to look at. In the first line "She is the rare and lovely rose" maybe "She is a rare and lovely rose" a small change to be sure.
Third verse, last line, has two 'the' One could be changed to 'to' and maintain the structure. As I said, this is a good write. I liked it.

[Latonya Hughes]

Thanks for your review! The extra 'the' that you speak of In the last line of the third stanza is a typo that slipped by. I'll be sure to correct it. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.

[Insight "MH"]

This poem has a nice tone. Words are elegant and so sweet, also, the imagery is sublime.

[Latonya Hughes]

Thank you, I greatly appreciate it!

[Insight "MH"]

You are welcome.