The Single Rose
By- :.:Silent:Poet:.:
The thorns that tears my flesh,
The smell of the plump and the fresh,
The aroma fills my lungs,
Like the smell of spring, when it has sprung,
The many colors of roses are endless,
Until a single color is friendless,
The single rose over in the corner,
It was declared a loner,
The lonely rose did not grow,
And didn't even care for the lonely song of a nearby sparrow,
It was alone,
Forgotten,
The single note of the trombone,
Its fills my heart with sadness,
For that single rose, is like my life,
Alone, frightened,
Forgotten and unloved,
His bent over stem,
Made me not want to leave him,
I took him from his neglectful home,
Onto the windowsill, so neither of us would ever be alone.
Forsaken Soul
By: Brittanie Grant
By- :.:Silent:Poet:.:
The thorns that tears my flesh,
The smell of the plump and the fresh,
The aroma fills my lungs,
Like the smell of spring, when it has sprung,
The many colors of roses are endless,
Until a single color is friendless,
The single rose over in the corner,
It was declared a loner,
The lonely rose did not grow,
And didn't even care for the lonely song of a nearby sparrow,
It was alone,
Forgotten,
The single note of the trombone,
Its fills my heart with sadness,
For that single rose, is like my life,
Alone, frightened,
Forgotten and unloved,
His bent over stem,
Made me not want to leave him,
I took him from his neglectful home,
Onto the windowsill, so neither of us would ever be alone.
Forsaken Soul
By: Brittanie Grant