A weeping rose; with petals bowed,
soft tears of dew stream through a crowd.
Yet tattered stems withstand the blows,
with petals bowed, a weeping rose.
Through all her years she thought she knew
just what it was that she’s to do.
But life changed hands despite her fears,
she thought she knew, through all her years.
A lover bowed, when plucked this rose,
he gave her love, he soothed her woes.
A special find, from weeping shrouds,
when plucked this rose, a lover bowed.
And their love grew; they lived their years,
capturing stars, as souvenirs.
That weeping rose grew wings and flew,
they lived their years, and their love grew.
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A most beautiful poem, love the rhymes and inrhymes, a tender feeling here captured by your quill.
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i really liked it, makes me think of how life is great for me now.
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Beautiful, soft, perfect form. I especially love the final stanza.
S1, L2 "due"- should it be "dew"? Also "tears stream"
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This is beautifully written, Sis. Each line seems a poem in itself. You've captured the emotions and visuals perfectly.
A lovely piece
love ya
Dee
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I'm not sure exactly how I ended up here (I think I was wending my way from a Partners in Crime contest, trying to learn about the group...), but am I ever glad I did! This is wonderfully written, just so well-crafted without sounding the least bit forced! Thank you for a great read. I look forward to more.
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So beautiful every line written, a soft delicate poem. I loved it
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Oh my this is beautiful! I don't think there is anything you can't do and do well! This was a pleasure to read
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good poem these forms twist my mind Well done
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