Once I was a rose
Beautiful and beloved
A lovely sight to see
Setting any heavy heart free
Now the blood-red color
Stains my hands
Though the river runs fierce
Even he cannot wash away
The darkness of a tainted soul
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Once I was a rose
Now I am a blade
Cold and hard
Cutting loose flower from stem
Tearing through the darkest night
Bringing sweet dreams to an end
.
Once I was a rose
Now I am a thorn
Sharp and eager
I lie in vengeful wait
Seeking only to destroy
To tear the flesh
Of hands so young and tender
.
Once I was a rose
Now I dare not look and see
Is this really me?
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I know this was also inspired by Roses of May.
I think that your poem has just the right amount of feeling, and depth.
It describes me, and so many more people that I know, very much.
When I read it, all I could do was hold my breath, and then realize that this is a poem about somebody. About real people.
That this was how I used to be, in the old me. And sometimes, the new me.
I really just enjoyed this so, so much. You're a great writer.
Great job.
This is very aesthetic. You describe yourself in each beginning sentence as a beautiful rose, then as a blade and a thorn.
The rose represents the beauty of one person, but then the rose changes into something horrible and very grim. The blade represents someone's struggle to deal with the darkness of one's troubles. The thorn represents vengeance as one person wants to end the life of the person who had done them wrong. Well, this is just my interpretation.
This is a very good poem and I wish you luck on your future works. Kman, out!
I simply ADORE it. The way you describe is naturally be-yoo-tiful. The idea is very unique, to compare yourself to a pretty rose, and now a hopeless person. This is one of my favorite poems, and I've read it at least 6 times only in 1 day. I'm sure I'll have a dream about this rose tonight.
The first time I read this poem, I became very emotional. My favorite part is:
"Once I was a rose
Now I am a thorn
Sharp and eager
I lie in vengeful wait
Seeking only to destroy
To tear the flesh
Of hands so young and tender"
You've got wonderful talent. The reader would be overwhelmed. Continue writing such poems 10/10.