One single rose blooming in a garden, a garden dying from within. The grasp of winter's cold reaches lurk about all around, snow covered branches surely abound. The soil below cracks from the bitter cold, a time we all knew eternally foretold. Yet, the colors of the rose blooms so boldly, even though the times have grown so coldly. While the life all around has come to die, the perfection of the one rose no one could deny. Backdropped by looming snow capped peaks, how the rose grows tall to reach the sunlight it solely seeks. In the midst of the coldest winters I've seen, Even taller then the giant winter evergreens, the lonely rose grows far above, seeking out its only love. Upon spring's loving grace, all other flowers simply embrace, for the one rose defied winter's death, to become beauty in of itself. Long after the one rose's life begin to wither, no one ever doubted the beauty within her. For even winter's bitter times could never touch the perfection of her in our minds.
This version I relate to the most, but I also love the original version! One rose reminds me of the poem about Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe. Very descriptive and talks about a tragic love. I'm really liking the original ear all but I relate to this one the most.
This version I relate to the most, but I also love the original version! One rose reminds me of the poem about Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe. Very descriptive and talks about a tragic love. I'm really liking the original ear all but I relate to this one the most.
I wrote a poem once in college, long long ago. The title of poem was One Rose. I remember the idea of the poem, but not the words. For weeks now, it has been haunting me. I keep trying to recapture the emotion of that lost piece.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
great way to find old memories of written pieces that hasn't been lost, but still is existing somewh.. read moregreat way to find old memories of written pieces that hasn't been lost, but still is existing somewhere in the mind :)
9 Years Ago
I can never recapture the emotions of the time. I was 19, thought I was in love for the first time... read moreI can never recapture the emotions of the time. I was 19, thought I was in love for the first time...she was much older (28) and turned out to be married! Lol. Yeah, I wrote a lot that semister.
9 Years Ago
hahah omg !! now that was awkward :P
but its good to write about things that impacted your li.. read morehahah omg !! now that was awkward :P
but its good to write about things that impacted your life!
9 Years Ago
Oh.....I have plenty of stories and experiences ;). Some great, some awkward, some horrible, some st.. read moreOh.....I have plenty of stories and experiences ;). Some great, some awkward, some horrible, some strange, etc
same here, because i still have too many short stories from back then and till now, i can still writ.. read moresame here, because i still have too many short stories from back then and till now, i can still write and add to them all ! i guess experiences are majorly what inspires us to write!
9 Years Ago
Yes, I write of experiences and yet sometimes I just write to escape
9 Years Ago
yah, it helps overcome whatever emotions are locked away.
I lost my passion to write for several years, better yet, I ignored my passion to write for several years. I am only once again touching my surface. more..