Treasure Island

Jeffrey Regullano

(December 1,1983 / Zamboanga City, Philippines)

Red one

Out of a hundred roses
I plucked you
Red one.

Your sharp thorns
Are real
Red one.

These wounds
On my palm bleed
Red one.

You are just a rose
Not love.

Red one.

Submitted: Friday, October 17, 2008

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  • Antonio Liao (10/20/2008 3:19:00 AM)

    now i can see that Red is red... yet love is more than Red.... you make my day.... i like your poem.... a matter of reflection tells the truth..... wow a wonderful poem.. thank you... a 10+ (Report) Reply

  • Duke Dolorical (10/18/2008 12:47:00 AM)

    this piece is great, certainly is not a cliche my friend. congratulations and welcome aboard. (Report) Reply

  • pied piper (10/17/2008 1:06:00 PM)

    You brought out well the simularities between a rose and love well. Well done. (Report) Reply

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