lee sharon

The Black Rose - Poem by lee sharon

The black rose,
laying on the white table,
with water drops on each pedal,
from the night where a storm started,
strong it's root deep it stranded,
the rain washed down it came,
yet not a single damaged it caused,
the morning where the sun was burning,
water all it dry but the rose still damp,
it was call the rose of death,
to me it is the rose of a survivor.

Comments about The Black Rose by lee sharon

  • (1/3/2015 11:58:00 AM)

    beautiful.. black roses can be like raven winged hair (Report) Reply

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  • (12/8/2008 9:47:00 AM)

    I love that such a great poem (Report) Reply

  • (8/1/2008 1:55:00 PM)

    Yay! It's so good to find some one who writes so well on the internet. You read my 'hacked' and'the tiger' so I had to see what you did with it! Wonderful, sheerly lovely. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 21, 2008

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