Treasure Island

Bolami lawal

A lesson from a Rose

Once, a rose
laid in thorns,
sprouted into spine,
plauged with prickles;
a path in a web,
a life entangled.

Once, a rose
laid in thorns,
braced in brambles,
clustered with shafts;
a will denied
a life in a coil.

And then; dear rose,
rose above all thorns,
amongst the shrubs
beauty was hatched;
unbroken, unstirred,
it laid with grace.

So; like the rose,
likewise we too;
sprouted into a world
of thorns and spine,
bruises and burns
brings the heart to ache,

Woes and fears
keeps the mind in chains;
yet; like the rose,
we ought not frail;
but rise above
the world of pains.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 23, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (A lesson from a Rose by Bolami lawal )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley Updates

New Poems

  1. mine, Marites C. Cayetano
  2. The Old Men Do Not Fear, Bulat Okudzhava
  3. The Old Soldiers' Song, Bulat Okudzhava
  4. The Poets Were Hunted, Bulat Okudzhava
  5. Sister Of Mine, Bulat Okudzhava
  6. There's The Special Music, Bulat Okudzhava
  7. They Killed My Father, Bulat Okudzhava
  8. Why Are You So Sad, Bulat Okudzhava
  9. Rivals, Pradip Chattopadhyay
  10. ODE TO COLONEL GADDAFI, alexander opicho

Poem of the Day

poet Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
...... Read complete »

[Hata Bildir]