Story of the Rose

Story of the Rose

January 18, 2010

 

The Rose, she bends

Pulling herself inward

Wrapping her self in an impermeable cloud

No one can touch her

They can only watch through the mist

Because her thorns are the only things alive

They reach out for prickly hugs

Keeping everyone who tries to love her at bay

She’s been hurt too many times

Her petals picked off one by one

She protects herself from even a shadow of heartbreak

She cannot stand the sun

The Fading Rose

 

The Rose, she wilts

Slowly her brilliant colors fade

Her petals lose their luster

She sways to and fro with the wind

Her stem too weak to hold her pretty head up

And she doesn’t care

No one loved her

She was left all alone

Now those who try she doesn’t trust

She looks at herself

The sad Rose she has become

She wants to grow, to bloom again

But she’s afraid

The Dying Rose

 

The Rose, she hides

She allowed her past to haunt her

Her own thorns to pierce her

And now she’s scarred

She wants to grow, to breathe

But every day is a constant battle

A fight to determine whether or not she is worthy

If she deserves the opportunity of a better life

But her colors scream “I AM BROKEN”

And cloudy day can set her back to where she was

It’s impossible to stop it

The Lowly Rose

 

The Rose, she shines

She unfurls her scarred petals
She receives the Gardener’s loving water

She tries to forget that she was once abandoned

Tries to live in the sunshine

Keeps her thorns hidden to allow others near

She’s afraid of hurt

Terrified to trust completely

But she will not be the Dying Rose

No her scars will tell a story

Her colors blaring hope

Although she relapses again and again

The Standing Rose

 

 

 

Reviews

[Elvina CZq]

This poem is simply lovely. Rose may not be my favourite, but I do adore the beauty it carries, and the strength it holds. I love the way you describe a rose of many characters and emotions. Just like human who bears different personality to go through the journey of life. Nicely written.

[Jessica Mai]

Beautiful is all I can say. And wow. The only words i can think of are beautiful and wow at the moment. Wow.

[Another Relic]

I like the way you used the metaphor of the rose in a fresh way. The many sides of one's personality are displayed through your poem and you ended with a positive outlook. Like one who has gained strength through her scars. Nice job.

[Ashley Black]

I love the first and last lines of each stanza and how the all follow the same structure i think it's unique and very well written. powerful ending good work :]

[Journey]

This is wonder!
I strive to always be the standing rose; but there have been many times in my life that I have been the each of the other roses. These rose represent each person. I know that on my journey I will be trying to find out which kind of rose someone is. When you know their character, you can determine what kind of nourishment that rose needs. I am loving this piece. Thanks for sharing it.

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. You are a very good writer. Poem was well written and told a very good story. I like the flow and the ending was very good. Being like a rose is a two-sided coin. Can miss the dance of life in the safety. A excellent poem.
Coyote