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.
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
Turn off that hose
And leave the garden?
You declared death on your rose
Who now withered in painful absence of its warden
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?
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.