A Short Poem About Love

It is time for another poem, and this time I decided to create a short poem about love. I know, it is such a popular subject. Why couldn’t I pick something else? Well, that’s the thing, I was inspired to write this, and nothing else, so it had to come out. It is also based on a recent experience I have had.

While I compare love to a rose, it is not the usual “roses are red, violets are blue” theme; it is a little darker, but illuminated by the light of hope. (Hey, that just rhymed, an unexpected piece of poetry) 😉

I hope you enjoy this poetry, and if you do, please leave me a comment below.

Thank you!


A Rose on the Pavement

Love is like a precious rose

Flourishing in the garden, the rosebush a steady base

You water its roots, providing its daily dose

Like a garden, love needs to be nourished every day

a short poem about love

Turn off that hose

And leave the garden?

You declared death on your rose

Who now withered in painful absence of its warden

dried rose

Just like that rose, you left me to shrivel and die

Sprinkling my parched petals and roots

Ignoring my thirst and my desperate cry

Confusing your love with abuse


You cut down the rose and threw her on the street, to see her end

Blind to the flower’s will when she drew strength from a trickle of hope

Survival, pushing her roots through hard cement

Roots, picking up, and driving through tar and stone


Wind blows hard with a bash

Against the rose petals it wants to trash

Destroy, as well as you knew that skill

But what and who did you truly kill?

destroying yourself

In the inhospitable pavement the rose stands tall

Admired by many, her red petals bask in the sun

The man you once were now crawls

His heart bleeding, for the one who loved him shuns

The darkness he once obliged on his flower,

Escaped the shriveled-up watering hose

Finding water in abundance, even in the desert

And her back on you, while you stand there, having lost the one who loved you most.


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  1. Love is a universal subject. It will never go out of style.

    Regarding your poem, I really enjoyed reading it. Roses are some of the most beautiful and fragile beings on Earth. They inspire so many feelings in humans. 

    As I read your poem, I thought of so many couples that live in codependent relationships. They know they’re not healthy, but they go on with it until they die, not physically but emotionally and spiritually which is even worse.

    I used to write when I was younger. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to pick it up again.

    Thanks for sharing.

    1. Hi Enrique,

      You should keep on writing. You never know what you will come up with 🙂

      It is true that so many couples remain in codependent relationships. Although they know that they are indeed not healthy, they are afraid of leaving and being alone. I also see it often … It is sad. And true, it destroys your spirit …

      Thank you for your comment!

  2. This was fantastic. It hit me a little harder than I was ready for to be honest though. I can relate to both the rose and the warden, as I’ve been in both positions. I envy and at the same time pity anyone who can’t relate to this. Is it like they say? Is it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?
    I’ve certainly experienced both sides of what this poem describes and I enjoyed the short roller coaster ride it took me on. From the fall into sadness to the rise into hope. I think you did a great job expressing yourself here. You made me think….and in my mind anything that causes one to reflect is a blessing.

    Please keep writing. I’m looking forward to the next one.


    1. Hi Christopher,

      Thank you very much! Your comment made my day 🙂 I am happy that my poem touched you in some way. That saying “it is better to have lost in love than never to have loved at all”, may be true, right? Despite the bad experience, I am grateful for it and I have no regrets. 

      I can also relate to being the rose and the warden. It hurts being the rose, and it also hurts being the warden, but that pain comes much later … 

      Thank you for your comment!

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