A tender red rose lay bleeding;
Painfully torn from lover's hands.
It's delicate life force pleading,
and yet, no one heeds its demands.
Red rose turned to saddened blue
as it shrivels up forgotten.
Sharp thorns harden in one's view
as the red rose lay; rotten.
Sweet death becomes a rose
and pictures morbid curiosity.
The color bold once, now goes;
Faded then darkened ferociously.
Black rose of sacred night
When love lay vividly dying
Was reborn from true love light
And fed on happiness crying.
Still beauty clings to the rose
In all of silence; muddy glory;
Only the heart of the lover knows
the true passion turned black story.
Author notes
Honorable Mention in contest: Black Rose
Written June 28th, 2005
A contest entry
- Black Rose by Walking In pAiN.
300 points, ended July 7, 2005, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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wow, im speechless. that was an amazing poem. i loved the wording and it had an exellent flow. nice work
-sarah -
ahhh...
that rejected love
.whispers on a breeze
echoed in the silence
leaving a hidden story behind the shadows
Keep penning on one stroke at a time
Bill
Edited on Jun 29, 9:02 because ''. -
One word: Alive. Ok more words: (LOL) I didn't see the picture and you made me feel as though I did with your vivid writing. It's as if your poem is...one word: alive!!
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Beautiful and brillant
Sweet death becomes a rose
and pictures morbid curiosity.
The color bold once, now goes;
Faded then darkened ferociously.
-I loved this line. All of this was so vivid in my mind and I got lost in the words and images. It was wonderful! Brava!
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