The Black Rose

A poem about how each object is seen differently by each pair of eyes, Old poem I wrote quite a while ago, but uploading it here :)

The Black Rose.

The symbol of pure beauty

The symbol of perfection

no thorns, no complication,

just the black petals.

 

The black rose's pitch darkness,

where light is completely devoured,

Only those who are truly heartless,

can simply ignore this perfect flower

 

Shining in the right light,

the black rose brings beauty to pain,

and lightens up the heart of many,

and puts those who hurt to shame.

 

The symbol of fear

The symbol of death

Hidden thorns, full of regret.

The black pedals, with plenty to hide.

 

I do not know, which story to believe,

for each one has its own truth,

and each one has a goal to achieve,

and each one has to spread it's fruit.

 

But in reality, the rose is nothing.

a simple flower, just like the others.

yet what gives the rose so much meaning?

what makes it stand-out from the rest of her brothers?

 

The plant shines at the touch of a hand,

for each hand that holds it up high,

has his own little story to tell to the flower,

and the rose will remember his tale,

and tell it to him whenever they meet.

Author's Note

Nothing in particular...all criticism is appreciated and thank you in advance!

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Great write and read.

Matthew

[Lorraine]

Hmm..makes me wonder if every object is seen in a different light by every person, then how does a black rose differ? I think that even a red rose has its own story to tell so really, they aren't much different. Anyways, I like the embodiment of fear, uniqueness and even death as a black rose. It just suits the stereotype of connoting black with something negative.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Scandalous]

Brilliant

[Levioshock]

Excellent