Sunday, October 3, 2010

I. Am. Me.

Hello again fellas! This next poem was an ode to myself, and I don't know why I made this poem. It just describes me, and I fondly used adjectives that describes a rose, because that's my fave flower, red and white, mostly. Enjoy!
Yours by bed of roses,
~Reborn Poetess~

Rebirth of a Poisonous, Thorny Rose

A thorny one it may seem
but may bloom into a ravishing flower
Protected and guarded
By its prickly mannerism.

Poison is concealed beneath its form
May unveil when you're not cautious
It'll bramble its thorns over you
And prick your eyes with disguise.

The color of blood scattered on its surface
As though it's killed many times
But soon it is reincarnated
Or reborn into a lively one.

Verdant leaves encircle its shell
It's not observed or seen at all
But it is also a part of it
And never should be ignored.

Petals created it
And made it into a vivid one
Colors made it bloom
And seasons made it surpass challenges.

A thorny one it may seem
But may bloom into a ravishing flower
Don't be fooled
By its mysterious disguise.


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