The Rose

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  • Love

    Poem Commentary

    Love brought forth from a rose, like a flower blooms.

    The Rose

    There is a stillness in the air
    From beneath the warm sun
    A sweet smell scents the air
    The beginning of a bloom unfolds
    One by one gently revealing it's splendor
    From a bud to a full bloomed rose
    Such as life from a babe
    A blanket of pebbles warm the heart
    Of the beholder at hand
    The beginning of love unfolds
    At the end will weather but still remain
    A picture remains in the mind 
    The bouquet of love moves us
    At the end will lay in grief
    But still show love
    Covered with snow will begin
    The process new
     

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    icu2 commented on The Rose

    01-14-2010

    Like all sweet things in life the rose comes equipped with thorns. Oh, well, I guess we all have them now and then. A great poem!!!

    Bettysrainbow48

    02/03/2010

    That certainly is true. I am glad you liked the poem.

    redbloodink commented on The Rose

    01-09-2010

    the beauty of the rose.... always compared with love...... and hand in hand they do go together..... Very well done...... red

    Bettysrainbow48

    01/14/2010

    Thank you so much,

    blackfootlady commented on The Rose

    01-09-2010

    I love this Betty, very nice.Youve inproved so much since i've been in here last.Keep up the good work.Love Char

    Marsink commented on The Rose

    01-09-2010

    I see this rose as life enduring, till all else fades and still living as a memory in those whose life was imprinted by such a rose. Very telling cycle of life. Nicely manicured to delicate beauty.

    Teardrops commented on The Rose

    01-08-2010

    Love is he rose in all colors and forms thanks for the read

    Bettysrainbow48

    01/08/2010

    So right Thank you

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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