She wasn't a rose

Oh fair and far flung

from where her youthful heart sung

to this furthest shore she landed

Full of thorns and left stranded

She wasn't a rose

It's likely her dreams drifted

Hopes and seems lifted

Where she landed is where she was stranded

A promise in the past

Those four feet became six then two

Only left with her shoes

Now her hands work for only herself

That dream of family whithered and wilt

In the darkest night of yore

She wasn't a rose

When she landed on my far shore

She was a petal redder than the rest

A promise sealed with a kiss

plucked from a larger flower

Hoping, waiting, longing, and belonging

For more than this clinging

She wasn't a rose

and I am bliss

left often and in remiss

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

Wow that was cool!

You know, roses really smell like....

a reply to: rexsblues

poo poo? lol whatever happened to parental advisory explicit lyrics...

That isn't music its cRap that's sold itself out in slavery to the music industry.



Why buy it back when its free in the streets...

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

...let's just say I'm not a rap connoisseur, and I could give two sh!ts.

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

I love this poem.. thank you so much for sharing it. Quite beautiful.

Thanks,
blend57

a reply to: rexsblues

You already did in the form of poo poo remember? If less, then quite impossible to take it back now... but giving a sh-t about whom all of us owe our lifes too aside from the sun? Females none of us would be here with females. Saying any of them are poo poo is a reflection on how theyve been failed.

a reply to: blend57

Im glad you like it. If theres one quality women have its being enduring, love holding the same character how are they any different when used against each other?