Rose Poem by Melanie Weeks
Rose
Free and willing,
Wind in her peddles,
Rising and falling.
The rose is calling,
'Come to me,
Smell my scent.'
See the birds,
Like Heaven sent,
They go to the well.
The rose,
She calls,
'My necter is filling,
My color is toneing,
My spirit is strong.
Please come
And hear my song.
A very pretty poem, I can just picture the whole image in my head so perfectly. Great job. :)
a very nice flow of verses...good write and great... Ency Bearis
Melanie, I really liked this. I enjoy how it moved along and the images that came to mind as I read it. I gave it a 10 and I wouldnt do it unless I though it was worth it. Much of the time I really dont get it when it comes to poetry, but this is beautiful. Have a look at one of mine if you get a chance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 1:19:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this is amzing! love this poem