A delicate red rose,
so fragile, and yet it's strength is thick.
its color deep as blood,
its thorns show thee by one prick.
A delicate red rose is
thy symble for your truest love.
A sinful bliss,
you give by this,
but it is not enough.
A delicate rose is beautiful yes,
but there is something you do not see.
The flower dies, and in my eyes,
your love can no longer be.
Red Red rose, you hide so many secrets
within your petals fair.
The feelings you bring and dreams unseen,
yet so shortly you are there.
Delicate red rose I dont understand, the way
you bring us love.
For red becomes black,
and black becomes death.
Delicate rose, there is nothing left,
you are the love that we foolishly dream of.
A contest entry
- Taste of Romance by Reptile Lady by Reptile Lady.
475 points, ended July 23, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Great write
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Oh this really does etch raw emotions within your words.
How true that the red rose does turn black in time.
Thank you for your entry and best wishes
Julie
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Red Red rose, you hide so many secerets
within your petals fair.
The feelings you bring and dreams unseen,
yet so shortly you are there.wonderful poem how true your words are everything lives and dies good luck in the contest
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wow baby thats so deep and symbolic. I love it!
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