The Broken Rose


Her branch pricked him

It pierced his heart

Blood dripping

Love pouring out

As she would

Never allow

Any man to

Get too close

For pain remains

Still alive from

Many years ago

When she let

One soul pick

Her petals

Her beautiful

Tender rose                                                            rose

Now singed

Edges blackened

From hurtful words

Now she stands

Alone with the

Most beautiful

Petals that have

Ever been seen

But too afraid

To love again

And soon she

Will die never

Giving  the chance

To let another

Touch  her beauty.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

09/16/2013

 

17 thoughts on “The Broken Rose

  1. Hi Terry,

    That is a wonderful post. What resonated with me are the lines, and I quote,

    ” For pain remains
    Still alive from
    Many years ago
    When she let
    One soul pick
    Her petals”

    Whose issue is it really?. The poet or the the other person who picked the petals? The very intention of picking would imply that the issue is of the picker. If that be so, how could the poet get over the pain and move on?

    Shakti

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