the humble rose.
our english flower
stridently blooming
will never cower
pleasing us yearly
with visual majesty
will conquer concrete
if it has to be
man may tarnish our natural soils
concreting over makes my blood boil
if this bloomer must fight to exist
can count on me to enlist
i will dig concrete to let it breathe
but the rose has a trick up its sleeve
it will escape from the underground coffin
to flaunt its beauty
or im no boffin
A contest entry
- the rose that grew from concrete by hungermuncher.
367 points, ended May 22, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well
I like your spin on the whole topic. I wish you luck in
the contest, too.
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im hopeful
thanks again
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this is good i like that u have adapted the beauty of the idea and took it into a bigger poem well done
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thank you
im glad you enjoyed it
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