Obed dela Cruz

Rookie - 279 Points (October 18,1995 / Marikina City)

Garden Of Thorns - Poem by Obed dela Cruz

(The garden represents so many things here. You can’t name them all at once)

Garden of thorns, garden of miseries,
Hearing your name brings pain to every ear.
People believe that in you there’s no peace.
Your description brings great distress and fear.

But as a young man with a clear vision,
Though you have thorns, I see trees and roses
And you just need a great transformation.
God can make you a source of happiness.

I see butterflies in the land that you now dwell.
My clear eyes can see blossoming flowers.
You’re not really a replica of hell
For I can also see peaceful rivers.

The sun has never kept its light from you.
Rainbows visit you after every storm.
Your countenance can also teach virtue
Even though people destroys your good form.

Why do people despise you? Please tell me.
People just can’t see your inner beauty.

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(There may be thorns in the garden of roses but there are also roses even in the garden of thorns. Look at what is good and not what is bad)

Copyright © 2010 by Obed Dela Cruz

(February 4,2010; Marikina City)

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Comments about Garden Of Thorns by Obed dela Cruz

  • (2/27/2010 4:16:00 AM)


    wow! ! ! a nice symbolic poem! so significant... indeed the inner beauty is hidden, we must scrutinize to can distinguish it...
    a 10
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  • Ric S. Bastasa (2/17/2010 11:19:00 PM)


    malalim, magandang tula, nakakataba ng puso. (Report) Reply

  • (2/5/2010 11:50:00 AM)


    Obed// Well done. I like your garden of thorns. In reality there are always thorns along with the beauty throughout the garden. We all must learn to see the soft roses for what they are.

    The Roses

    Roses bloom in thorny patches;
    their blossoms are velvet bunches.
    Many are drawn to their beauty
    and leave dappled with injury.

    © RH Peat 1964
    A poem I wrote 40 years ago when I was just a lad who had lost his first love.
    My best to you Obed. A poet friend// RH Peat
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, March 19, 2010


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