Open Poetry #5 |
The Roses |
Astraea Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 378California! Yeah! Okay, I'm done now |
They say we are individuals I say that they are wrong They say we are each our own person I say that may not be so They say I'm a loner And I can say nothing Walking aroung, tirelessly aching Smiling a smile that never touches my heart Laughing a laugh that never reaches my spirit And living a life I was loathe to live They say I was morbid Who are they to judge? I saw her crying, face buried in her hands I felt my compassion rising, despite what I knew So I walked over, like the ghost of contentment I was And asked her what was wrong They say that I take advantage What do they ever know? She sobbed and stumbled, blushing her confusion I laughed a true laugh and saw her smile softly Trembling like a rabbit in the sight of a lone wolf She told me the story They say I never listen But when are they ever there? Her heart was bleeding, her life shattered She didn't want to go on living since there was nothing in her life She burbled and cried, tears falling down her face Telling me she would refuse to listen to anything I would say They say I have no heart Why would they even care? I looked at her strangely and she waited for some contempt For surely I would condemn her thoughts of surrendering without a fight But I smiled at her, if a bit sadly And said to her "How can you think that you could leave this place now? What right do you have to steal yourself away from people who love you? For if we stopped at every thorn We would never reach the roses." She looked at me in shock, the anguish slowly leaving And before she could say a word, I left The breeze whispering forever in my ear: thank you The next day she was there, smiling proudly and strong I know she will cry again, she told me later, But she would never forget the time I told her That she would never reach the true beauty life had If she stopped for every pit And then she handed me a rose and called me a name I did not expect It was sweet, soft and thrilling The word was friend They say I am morbid Maybe this is true They say that I take advantage Perhaps they have not seen They say I never listen And that I have no heart Well I say that I was merely waiting Until I can see the roses "Sometimes stars can only be seen in darkness." "Sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things." |
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Eloise Senior Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 1096Wyoming |
And a very good friend you were. Nice poem Astraea. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very beautiful! Denise |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Wow, this one really touched my heart. It reminds me very much of someone I know and am glad to call my friend. Exellent work. *Krista Knutson* ~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack, Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare, Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water, Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha |
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Echo Rhayne Senior Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 1495Canyon Country, CA |
This is very sweet! ~*~ Hell is not a place of fire and a devil with a tail and horns. But a place of torment because the light of God is gone. To escape this, accept the blood of Jesus Christ! ~*~ |
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