By lovers scorned and oft rejected;
From the heights of joy to the depths of pain.
In broken mirrors a life reflected,
of shattered dreams that were dreamed in vain.
In pitch-black rooms each shuttered tight,
the lost soul clings to doubt and fear;
And hopes in vain to shun the light;
Now prays that naught shall enter here.
Yet love once sown shall bloom anew,
though rooted deep in human scorn;
Springs forth this question strange but true,
what is a rose without the thorn?
Author notes
One should never attempt to pluck the rose unless you are willing to bleed a little. Such is the nature of love.
Please tell me what you think
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True words my talented friend, I found a thornless Rose eventually, but not till I had been ripped to shreds searching.
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this reminds me that the beautiful lotus can only grow from the nourishment of silt and mud; and that patience is the rose blooming next to the thorn.
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oceansky,
Thanks for your feedback on my poem "Without The Thorn."
I have learned you have a keen intellect and a discriminating eye for what is real and meaningful, so your praise is high praise indeed.
Thanks again,
Drybones
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crap, my bad, your name is fred
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Brilliant
john, your quickly becoming my favorite poet on the site.
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Spacecowboy,
Thank you for you kind remarks regarding my poems, "The Stilled Quill" and "Without The Thorn." I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
Don't worry about calling me the wrong name...I'm just pleased that you find something of value in my poems.
Drybones
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"What is a rose without the thorn?"
I Love how poetry and philosophy wend themselves so well together. Fabulous write, from whatever form brought it forth.....
Sincerely,
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~ Janet ~ ~
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A little archaic in places but still a nice little write. I get the impression you are a bit on the depressed side! I have that problem - but a few bottles of vino tinto sort it out.
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Wow. I absolutely love the rhyme in this. Did not feel forced at all, and lent a lovely quality to the heartbreak of the poem. I loved that the last stanza gave some hope.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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Thanks for your kind remarks regarding my poem "Without the Thorn." I have no idea where this one came from. It seemed to "birth" itself without any input from me. I was a little reluctant to take credit for it.
Thanks again.
Drybones
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Food for thought, a beautiful write...mary
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Thank you so much for your kind remarks on my poem, "What Is A Rose?"
I appreciate your comments more than you can possibly know.
Drybones
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Ooh...deep thought provoking write...but along with the sadness of love lost...hope gathers as you end..."love once sown shal bloom anew"....Your rhyming and flow is always a joy to read..Glad to visit!
write!
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Rose,
Thank you for your kind remarks on my poem, "What Is A Rose?"
Being the incurable romantic that I am, I can't help but get "mushy" about the subject of love. I learned some tragic truths long ago; sometimes love hurts but in spite of pain, love is always hopeful. Even when it is selfish and self-centered.
Drybones
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John,
Thanks for taking time to read and comment on my poem,"What Is A Rose?"
I've never thought about my work as being smooth. I appreciate the praise.
Fred (Drybones)
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Always a joy to read your poems (even the sad but real ones). You have such a smooth writing style.
thanks,
John
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ahhh ... you say it it so clearly here...great poem...I always love is in the roses and the thorns...I really enjoyed tis poem...thank you for sharing...peace an dlight, Kendal
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KEPalmer,
Thank you for your kind remarks regarding my poem "What Is A Rose?" Being an incurable romantic, I have attempted to pluck the rose a number of times, but I have never been able to avoid the thorns. No pain, no gain I guess.
Drybones
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Sandy,
Thanks for your comments on my poem, "What Is A Rose?" What else would you expect from an incurable romantic?
I have very little time to write these days so my production has been cut to a dribble. I hope that situation changes soon.
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Beautiful Imagery
Good Morning. It has been much too long since I stopped by. This poem was lovely and beckons the question we all ask. Great write and a pleasure to read. Lovely rhyme and flow. Take care.
Bless You, Sandy 
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Amazing! I will definitely return to this poem. I believe I have found a diamond in the rough, and I look forward to reading more of your work.
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Thank you for your kind remarks regarding my poem, "What Is A Rose?"
I appreciate it more than you can know.
Drybones
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Nat,
Thank you for your critique on my poem "What Is A Rose?"
One should never attempt to pluck the rose unless they are willing to bleed a little. Such is the nature of love.
Fred -
This makes me think...
... which I like to do!
I post comments on a forum site. My status line on there is this: "But he that dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose."- Anne Bronte
I guess the thorns shouldn't really surprise us then, either, right?
I like it.
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Brilliantly concieved and flawless executed! A wonderful poem at first sad, but filled with hope! A superbly penned poem! I loved it!!
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Michael,
Good to hear from you.
Thanks for your remarks regarding my poem "What Is A Rose?"
I don't have much time to write these days but this one demanded to be written. I dashed it out during my lunch break.
Hope all is well with you.
Fred
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