A Rose And It's Thorn Poem by Joseph Cross
A Rose And It's Thorn
A rose and a thorn,
Together are born.
One in beauty,
The other in scorn.
The first brings love,
The other brings pain.
One is born red,
The other brings red stain.
Yet rose withers away,
While thorn lives on,
Feeling still sorrow,
For rose was picked at dawn.
A good poem. I like the rhymn and the flow. A pleasure to read. Ron
I like this. I like this a lot actually! I wish I could say more about it but I'm bad at this comment thing. Sorry. I really like it though!
What you'd gained is what you'd miss if the path is rough tainted by unwanted virus of hatred and jealousy.Good job Joseph!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Joseph, A bittersweet theme. Concise and powerful poem. Thanks for sharing this website and by the way, we share a birthdate. Keep creating! M. O'Daniel