THE ROSE

I pick up a flower

I touch its thorn

I'm feeling the pain you've felt since you were born

In this rose

 

The petal's are red

It symbols your blood

You've been cut so many times, it's stained the mud

Below this rose

 

Have you now faced, all that you can face?

Is it your pain, all that you can taste?

Is this why, you're standing in this place

With a rose?

 

The stem seems so long

Longer than your years

What makes you cry all of these tears

Into a rose?

 

Only you can stop this hate

Only you are the one who knows

Only you can change this fate

With this rose...

 

The flower has died

Withered like your soul

Because all the answers you wanted to know

Were in that rose

Reviews

[WindSong]

Wow Chris! This is such a beautiful poem I've had the pleasure to find and read twice! I feel the pain and sorrow in the lines and this is what makes it so great. The raw emotion, yet tender and soft, with wonderful imagery is captivating! Great work! I love it!

[WindSong]

The Rose is so beautiful! A great poem I enjoyed readng.

[Daydreamer54]

Beautiful and it has a great flow and rhyming scheme! great write! ^^