Roses

by ShootingStar179   Jan 27, 2007


A rose is lying in a field,
All alone,
With thorns as its shield

Winter comes and it is frozen dead,
Spring follows just the same,
The rose returning blood red

Many use this sweet flower for fun,
Love me, love me not,
They kill this pure rose until it is done.

It has the thorns to protect from harm,
What can one little blossom perform in silence?
It cannot create an alarm.

When the poor rose gets used from the outside in,
It sadly realizes,
It just cannot win.

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 17 years ago

    by Mr M

    Beautifully cute....

  • 17 years ago

    by broken angel

    There's not much I can say, that has not already been said, but you should know that this is a fantastic poem. If you intentionally used the rose as a symbolic form, then you truly are a genius. Either way this poem was a fantastic read, as is most of your work. You are an excellent writer, and the way you write, I think you know it too. Someone once told me that a good writer does not need to impress their reader, but rather they must work to make their reader understand. And as one of your readers, you did an excellent job conveying your ideas in attempts to be understood. 5/5 for sure.

  • 17 years ago

    by Leona

    Wow this is a reallt great peom........
    LEONA

  • 17 years ago

    by .K.i.T.t.Y.

    Nice rhyming. something in the last stanza needs to be fixed...not sure what specifically.

    intersting thought about roses.

  • 17 years ago

    by in.need.of.a.lucky.charm

    Awww. this was sweet, yet sad. it was beautiful!

    much love and many kisses,
    bex

Read All Comments (13)

More Poems By ShootingStar179