On this bed of roses my teardrops fall,
As clouds begin to darken in the sky,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
A bird in the trees makes one final call—
I hear the wind let out a gentle sigh,
On this bed of roses my teardrops fall.
This storm is about to ravage them all—
The rain begins to drench me as I cry,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
Looking at the roses, I now recall
An innocent time forever gone by—
On this bed of roses my teardrops fall.
There once had been twenty rosebuds in all—
I wipe yet another tear from my eye,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
I once had dreams they’d grow so very tall,
But now, their pedals wither where they lie.
On this bed of roses my teardrops fall,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
© 2013
dreams - so very tall, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully conceived and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.