I am the rarest of rose,
Rooted firmly in your nurtured bed,
I have strained, and drained my strength,
Reaching for your light-
Your caressing warmth.
My scented petals quiver,
As they slowly expose,
There delicate beauty-
Velveteen surface…
All for your pleasure.
But this-
This is my finale!
Bursting in scarlet bloom,
My glory, my beauty will pass,
To return no more.
Do you not know,
How my petals-once alluring,
Will cease to pleasure your eyes,
Confuse your senses?
Do you not know it?
When Time touches tender tips,
With deaths venom upon his lips.
A.L. O’Prunty
A contest entry
- Your BEST sensual/love poems by perfectsunset.
800 points, ended March 19, 41 entries
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Comments
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Wow!
Just the way I think of something so delicate, beautiful and a gift to us, doesn't last long. This flowed and simply beautiful. Blessings.
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Very beautiful write displaying the
power of love as a rose. Original
thoughts & abundance of imagery.
Thanks for sharing & best of luck
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Good free verse style write. But I don't think it flow. Two applouds for trying.
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...don't think it flow...?
Thank you , most kindly for your comment. Howeve, the poem is written in "symbolic" form... Please read again...and perhaps you will see the "flow"
Best Regards,
Poetess A. L. O'Prunty
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