A Rose

A poem about a rose I drew in Photoshop.

Upon unspoken words you came,
in my sweetest dreams
you left me your kiss.

Upon your perfumed memory you left
but still I can remember
your faded scent
(with clarity you will
never truly fade).

My dearest Rose,
you inspired me;
in my sweetest dreams.

Author's Note

Please don't be rude. I am autistic and I might make a mistake. Please let me know the current spelling instead of bulling me about it. Thank you.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and wonderful use of words. In sweet dream, we can set-up life and hope. Thank you Amanda for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Amanda]

😊 I am glad you like it. I don't dream much but when I do I have very vivid dreams. I don't speak about it much but I have spoken to people who have passed away through my dreams. This poem reflects both my physical heart and my soul. I have had bad relationships and lost loved ones. A porcelain heart is very fragile so it reminds me of how I feel about life and love.

[Amanda]

I commented on the wrong poem. Hahahaha!

[Amanda]

I need to get some rest.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work today. You r poetry real life and honest. The best kind of poetry and you are welcome.

[Amanda]

😊 You are so kind. I am going to try getting some rest. I hope you have a wonderful day.

[Chris]

Roses, like thoughts, most often have thorns. The scent and shape - even the texture of the petals - is a draw for our mind's eye and lead us to many, many paths of considerings.

[Amanda]

I agree. I do love roses so it made sense that I was inspired by one.

[Chris]

Life and its living are an inspiration - to our perceptions of our realities.

[Amanda]

Yeah that's true. We are made up of our thoughts. We move to the beat of our own views and brains. The human exceptance. 😊

[Chris]

I like THAT - "exceptance", a unique yet understandable thought.

[Paul Bell]

A bit of the Robert Burns in this.
My love is like a red, red rose.
Change sent to Scent, Amanda.

[Amanda]

Thank you. I will do that.