The Rose

The Rose

A Poem by WindsorWolf28

A darkened rose,
The color of night,
Petals of thorns,
And browning leaves.

A dying rose,
That forever bleeds,
Obscured by fog,
Struck by disease.

A growing rose,
Caged by thorns,
No humans dare to pick it,
While monsters crush it's being.

A deadly rose,
Petals of burgundy,
Thorns dripping blood,
And leaves forever furling.

© 2015 WindsorWolf28

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i like this poem. it is short and concise yet it is very descriptive. like how you stuck to the title of the poem and didn't lose your train of thought. i also like the fact that each stanza finds a new way to describe this particular rose. the way that i see it, this rose can also be a metaphor for the darkness within ourselves

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Added on February 10, 2015
Last Updated on February 10, 2015



Pasadena, MD

I'm a depressed person, that doesn't make me suicidal. I love to write. I hate math. I write mostly poetry and short stories. more..