Some of my latest posts are huge. There are some of my favorite xangans
who have little or no time to read and comment on a big intro and a
long poem, probably they will be cursing me now. So last night I wrote
this poem. It is for all and I hope all will be able to enjoy this poem
on a great weekend.
My Budding Rose.
The wind slowly crept up from west,
The drizzles blessed the lands,
Months of waiting to see a leaf, over,
But the thorns still strong to leave a scar, deep.
Bright sun and the misty morns,
They live around you and for you my budding rose,
And waved in to your side are my silly verses,
The slow but steady awakening of you I watch.
The stem that holds you dear,
Defending with scary thorns all over,
The wind, land and drizzle defines you well,
I am still waiting to watch you blossom.
The beauty of a flower blossoming,
Is in the steady opening of the petals,
Upon which even the coldest dew melts,
I am still waiting for you to spread your charm.
With care and love I can only help,
For you to grow in your own color and scent,
Once blossomed in full the world will enjoy,
Every bit of your color, texture and scent.
In surety I can tell, none will feel or see,
The warmth of the deep soul of yours,
The charm of the color of yours,
The scent that fills every bit of the soul,
Like I feel through every sense of mine,
The heart and soul of yours, my budding rose.
ooh short yet quite pretty. I have never seen a flower bloom but I was close to it!
That has such deep meaning. It seems that you are not only explaining the budding of a spring rose, but almost of another human being. It’s captivating.
~Sam
lovely.
Hi…I love this as I do most all things you write here. I am just the worst at remembering to get out of my sub browser and comment. So…have a great weekend and know your words are treasured.
±TBR±
Thank you for visted my page, I’m glad you liked it! That is a really beautful poem you wrote.
God Bless, Jacquelyn
Very fine poem.
I am glad you liked the comment. I will definately give you more detailed comments in tha future.
As to hearing that you think I am a better poet than you, I’m not sure I completely agree. Poetry is a picture of words that conveys one’s deepest inperpretations or emotions of what lies around them, or within them. I believe that you convey emotion and imagery with extreme talent.
However, hearing that one so much older than I enjoys my work really makes me happy…I am glad to hear that you like it so.
~Sam
thanks for stoppin by to help a poet, If ou would like to contribute more specific criticism at any point, feel free.
So beautiful, the feel of the poem , brings a smile to ones face and a warmth to the heart.
roses are red
your words are lovely
typos are gross
and so’s luke warm tea!
you make me smile friend. and sometimes thats hard to do. granted sometimes its not. but i have realized osmething of late: i used to have a magnificent power of making people laugh/ id do anything to make people laugh. and i have losst that easy talent. now i have to work at it.
this makes me want to cry. i think i should have a funeral for my dead gift.. of laughter.
that was a really good poem…..good job wootz
hey it’s kewl…………..i was just going through peoples’ sites and i came to urs to read and yes yes but yeah….im trying to write more but it’s like hard and then yeah wooh well hopefully your having good days
Lol, it’s supposed to be a rose. @-}– just a little picture.
Beautiful poem!
-Gia:)