The Rose

An old poem....

I.
Her petals are soft, fragrant and sweet-
Her stem tall and strong in its soil.
She's the loveliest flower you might ever greet,
And her beauty never spoils.

Her thorns will sometimes prick you,
And her beauty be marred a moment,
But she never means to hurt you,
And she'll let you know it.

Her face is a soft shade of red
In a hint of delicate charm
But yet she is sturdy, her roots grown deep,
And stands still against many-a-harm.

No one stands near her,
For her heart lives alone
She is beauty and pain complete in herself-
A single, lone rose.


II.
The roots twist tightly.
She struggles to breathe,
But no one can see her pain.

The air she inhaled
With tried and true trust
Was being forbidden to her.

The air denied her need-
Ignoring the weed,
And leaving, in agony, the rose.

For the weed hid her evil
With an outward charm,
And denied her own role in the plot.

She stole the very air,
The rose's one joy,
In her own selfish will.

III.
Turmoil-
Her heart knowing not where to turn.
Pain-
At losing the breath she had earned.

Sadness-
Forbidding the joy she once knew.
Anger-
At weeds who perverted the truth.

Hurt-
For hidden and covered-up wounds.
Bitterness-
Stealing old joy and retarding new blooms.


IV.
Her petals are still there
In classic, red beauty,
But it isn't the same
For the rose or the air.

The weed is unchanged-
Still a harsh hidden blot.
She stays far from the air
But the rose is still plagued.

For the air looks ahead-
Forgetting what's been.
And the rose sees the future,
And the air with fresh dread.

Who can quite let go
Of such wounds to the soul?
Or belittle the harm done
To the lone, red rose?

Reviews

[Sarah LaMascus]

This is very nursery rhyme scheme. It reminded me of little miss muphet

[Caitlin Lea]

Thanks! This is an OOOOOLD poem...a lot more sing-song.

[Sarah LaMascus]

Exactly lol I enjoyed reading but I was bouncing in my head lol

[Caitlin Lea]

It could be made into a sort of sad lullaby maybe...ha....