Black Rose Poem by Reshma Ramesh
Black Rose
Blooming night suckles the moon,
Small hours seeking to be lenitive,
Born from truth to numb thorns,
Exaggerated is her beauty,
For to nothing you can compare her,
Black rose
she makes me weak at the knees
Black rose,
she smells like my last day
black rose
she tastes like my anguish
Daughter of the dark, she wrote her name,
with sable heart, ruptured agony,
shimmers bright her proud lips,
exaggerated is her glory,
for mercy could be her middle name.
black rose
she makes me cry out her name
black rose
she feels like my first orgasm
black rose
she will never be in love with me
Your first line sets a sombre tone to a this dark and mysterious poem about love and thwarted desire and the passionate agony of the dark side. The ABAB structure of the poem is original, the two B verses serving almost like a chorus. This is an intensely emotional poem which obviously comes from some personal experience. Just one tiny grammatical mistake - in your second stanza 'smell' should be plural - 'she smells like my last day'. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
powerful write....such feelings.. such sadness.... But must admit, it makes my heart sink just a little 10+++++++
One among ma favourite dark poetries which ya've written... You rock.. \m/
Reshma! After quite some time I read your poem; read to full satisfaction..you are the best romantic poet here. (Secret: I saw once more at your photo to full satiscfaction) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 11:31:07 AM # 1.0.0
Black rose...a coveted dark desire, within the heart! ! ! ! ! ! captivating! ! ! ! ! !