Withering Roses
A Poem by
Amanda J. S.
What I compare roses to...
Withering Roses
Withering roses
They look
Antique
Precious
and Fragile
In the end
They crumple
And drift away
Drift away in the wind.
But yet
Some despise them
They remind some of dead
Dead love
Because some compare love to roses
And if roses die
Wouldn’t it mean that love dies, too?
But if you look at it this way:
I compare roses to life
Instead of love
And I come to this conclusion:
We wither
Just like r oses
We come to look
Antique
Precious
and Fragile
In the end
We crumple
And drift away
Drift away in the wind.
And isn’t that what everybody wants?
To slowly wither
And
When the time is right
Drift away in the wind
© 2012 Amanda J. S.
Author's Note
What do you compare roses to?
Reviews
Very graceful poem. I love how you gave roses new symbolism to life instead of just love and/or death. Makes you see roses differently. Nice piece!
Posted 12 Years Ago
roses and past love. roses and life. Brilliant piece with a lot of insight rooted into this poem.
Posted 12 Years Ago
roses and past love. roses and life. Brilliant piece with a lot of insight rooted into this poem.
12 Years Ago
Thank you ^^
Roses are beautiful, can symbolize both human and transcendent love. A lovely poem.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Roses are beautiful, can symbolize both human and transcendent love. A lovely poem.
12 Years Ago
Thank you :-)
Very beautifully written. I love it and I compare roses to life too.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Very beautifully written. I love it and I compare roses to life too.
12 Years Ago
Nice to hear :-) Thank you!
Roses are love indeed. It's great! A touching poem! 100/100
Posted 12 Years Ago
Roses are love indeed. It's great! A touching poem! 100/100
12 Years Ago
Thank you! :-)
12 Years Ago
You're welcome! :D
I compare Rose's to love sometimes
Like u said, I crumpled and fades
Posted 12 Years Ago
I compare Rose's to love sometimes
Like u said, I crumpled and fades
12 Years Ago
Glad you liked it :-)
I compare these particular roses to the old zen marriage blessing, "Grandparents die. Parents die. Children die." The recipient of this particular blessing, it is said, was horrified at its first utterance but later was comforted by it once it was explained. "This is the natural order of things, the natural progression of life." As in your reflection above, "...when the time is right." All good stories come to an end. May you live a long and storied life, dear one. Excellent thoughts and well pen'd.
Posted 12 Years Ago
I compare these particular roses to the old zen marriage blessing, "Grandparents die. Parents die. Children die." The recipient of this particular blessing, it is said, was horrified at its first utterance but later was comforted by it once it was explained. "This is the natural order of things, the natural progression of life." As in your reflection above, "...when the time is right." All good stories come to an end. May you live a long and storied life, dear one. Excellent thoughts and well pen'd.
12 Years Ago
Thank you! :-)
Have I told you that I am very fond of your reviews?
12 Years Ago
Hey, I'm not afraid or embarrassed to give/take hugs in public. :o)
12 Years Ago
Me neither! :3
Wow. Beautiful. You should enter this in a contest! 100/100! :)
Posted 12 Years Ago
Wow. Beautiful. You should enter this in a contest! 100/100! :)
12 Years Ago
I maybe will... have any suggestions? :-)
(oh, and thank you!)
12 Years Ago
Depends if you want money or not
12 Years Ago
I don't care about money :-)
Author
Amanda J. S. Writersville, Denmark
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