The Black Rose.

To those that are still angry

The fragile black rose,
Alone in the street,
Frightened to move,
But brought to his feet,
By a mystical mind,
Hidden in shadows,
Reluctant to stir,
In the mist of an arrow.

Taking his petal,
By his right hand,
Feeling his texture,
A rough contraband,
an emotion so high,
His hand did run deep,
Relating his fear,
Of never to sleep.

By his thorn,
It did prick,
A poisoning syrup,
For him to sip,
Goodbye to the stranger,
The clock has struck twelve,
Into the shadows,
He did delve.

Reviews

[Brandon S. Whitten]

A darkness some fear to face. Wonderful imagery and rhyme. I like, "By his thorn, it did prick, a poisoning syrup, for him to sip"

[Miss Marie Riorden.]

Well, this reminded me of someone I used to know who used "The Black Rose" as a penname. He was quite a good poet. R.I.P. Enrique.
And this poem as a sort of trance-like quality to it. Dreamy if we shall say. As you describe this wonderful oddity of a rose.
The thorn does seem like a nice ending, since every rose does have it's thorn; to which how deadly it is, one cannot know.
I love rare colored flowers. (has nothing to do with the poem, just a random fact.)

Great write! And I hope to see more. I'll be watching. :)

-Marie Riorden-

[freelancejouster]

the rhyme to this gave it a sort of sing-song feel which is sort of disconcerting. i, personally, liked this feeling quite a lot, though i can't tell if it was purposeful or not. a wonderful, quirky, and dark poem.

[Kenneth The Poet]

A stirring piece, I think. Dark, but positivity appears at the end I think.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful journey in your words. Using the rose to make your point allow the reader to sense the desire and the thoughts in your poem. I like the use of time to end the excellent poem.
Coyote

[lei]

mysterious piece... i like it!

[Judy Ponceby]

Love the imagery you portray in this work. Dark and a bit unsettling.

[emona]

this sounds like your having sex with a black chick just saying

[argentum lumen]

I liked the air of mystery to this poem. My favorite lines were "Feeling his texture,/A rough contraband,"

[Art Sun]

an interestingly written piece...anger is such a destructive emotion...it can literally hold one captive for as long as one lets it...nice work on this poem...