A Rose in a Thornbush

just a quick little free verse i did inspired by a picture i drew :)

In a throng of wilting and dying

confusion and hate piercing your side

begging for the end while you try to hide

you look around at all the chaos and the noise

but not truly hearing a sound

your world is spinning, the thorns

a gracious ally

just a prick, the realease from this

a stop closer

stop dead, frozen

in your path, a rose

petals, a soft kiss

it fills your lungs with bliss

easing the agony

it diverts you from your trail

leading to salvation

the beauty is undenying

it welcomes you with open arms

a spotlight on this horrible endless night

there is hope

a rose in a thornbush

Author's Note

constructive criticism would be much appreciated ;)

Reviews

[Lady V]

Great piece. I for one love the comparison and criticism is only constructive if the critic truly understands the work. Nature is always a great piece of work no matter how the poet relates it to life. I see a rose when it opens in the morning as a new day and a new beginning. Others chose to see it as one less day that the rose has to show off its beauty. I believe your poem spoke of the pain that comes with such a beautiful things as a rose. You are drawn to it but at the same time it punishesyou with a prick. In that aspect I love tis poem. Or, you can be describing the pain you invite in as a means too get closer to a rose. I also like this meaning. lol Great work.

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Lady V

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