The Rose of Love By:Gen1900
Love is like a red red rose ;
It grows, it withers, it dies ;
The petals open to embrace you and trap your heart with one try.
During the summer it blooms into the strongest flower ;
Then as winter grows near it cowers.
Soon all is lost and the rose is no more;
And it leaves you broken with a heart that is so very sore.
But soon a new bloom arrives in the rainy days of spring;
You are afraid at first……yet glad at what it might bring.
So you accept at once and let the rose take you;
At last love finds you! And it says for the very first time, “I love you too.”
Poetry
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Nice job. Love your freestyle and your end rhyme! Very cool poem!
Thank you very much. Was it okay that I typed the words in color? Because I know some say it is wrong to do that and only type in black is the best way to go.
It’s your poem and with most poetry people write what they feel at the time of writing it, choosing colors that you did couldn’t be wrong because it’s how you felt. Regardless to how others might feel their feelings aren’t your own…. Most of the stuff I write on paper I use the color of pen that fits the mood I’m in, typing I would say is no different. You wrote a Beautiful poem! <3
For what is Love, but a rose? Red with the envy of it’s beauty. Fleeting with the passing of time. Renewing during the blossoming of spring. Eternal with every beat of your heart.