- Erotic Poetry
- Dried Roses
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Click hereDried roses, five years old,
Color faded to tarnished gold.
What happened to their sunny shade?
Will they shine like new if admired,
Or are they forever fragile and frayed?
Dried roses, broken leaves;
Stems bending as if they grieve.
What happened to their joyful verve?
Will they be revived by rueful tears,
Or will they remain rigid and reserved?
New roses, once yellow and bright.
Sweet roses made passion ignite.
Saved roses, out of sight but spirit strong.
Kept roses, when did things go wrong?
Dried roses, were they kept too long?
Dried roses, blossoms wane,
Thorns sharpened to inflict pain.
What happened to this steadfast sign?
Can it be repaired by tender care,
Or will it continue to decay and decline?
- COMMENTS
IvHAuthorabout 1 year agoAuthorYay!! Thank you so much 😊 @Migbird. I remember having the toughest time with the third stanza. I'm glad the work paid off.
Migbirdabout 1 year agoPoem poignantly thoughtful. Hesitate to single out a line or stanza because doing so can disrupt feeling/mood, but your third stanza really resonates for me because of the flow/phrasing (how you start each line) and for the change in feeling with each line closing with questions hard to answer or maybe so obvious. Dried roses carry over to last stanza — loved this poem.
