The Bloody Rose

What I hold in my hand does not have a voice

Yet it still cries out in pain and agony

It's voice maybe silent but I can still hear it

 

It does not have a heart

But still beats with life

It does not have a mind

But thinks better then us

It does not have lungs

But still breathes to live

 

It can wither and die

and turns grey with age

in life it has color

and can never be changed

 

A rose is a thing of beauty and love

But those of beauty have the sharpest thorns

Roses may look perfect but they still have their flaws

They still bleed when they are cut

Roses are just like us...

 

 

Reviews

[Japanese Cherry]

i love this... you did a great job... you're gonna start putting my writing to shame soon ;)

love your sister

[Kenaz]

Did you mean c'ress or caress instead of cress? Haha, I wrote a poem like this a couple days ago just like this, but shorter. Now I realize it looks as if I'd stolen yours. Sorry, if you ever read that.

[Castonovia]

So true, appearances are not always what they appear to be. Even something as beautiful as a rose has its thorns. Or someone... This poem has a simple yet stunning beginning to it with a twist for an ending, very nice ;)

[MadiKay]

This is an amazingly written poem. It has a power to it and it's nicely written. Yet, it's so sad.

When you said 'Roses are just like us..' It really dawned on me that they are. They may look perfect, but they're not. They still have their flaws.

[Elle M.]

thank you so much for your review, I wrote this quickly but but a lot of thought into it!!! :)

[MadiKay]

I can tell that you put a lot of thought into it. (: It truly is amazing. (: