Jeremy Willson

Gold Star - 5,929 Points (10/12/98 / Brandon, FL)

The Rose - Poem by Jeremy Willson

There once was a rose
A hard life in the gutter it choose
It was tough with a thick stem
A crystal in the mud like a rare gem
It had plenty of water and some sunlight
But it didn't matter if it never rained or had no light
It still grew but never blossomed
It felt the cool wind and heard when the birds hummed
It stayed alive no matter what
The door was never open always shut
No problems in the dark is what it thought
Only never being blossomed is what it wrought
Now the rose is dying
It will not live to see the spring
The life of a rose is painful
It opens it's leaves to the death angel
It floats into the air and onto the sidewalk
Only for people walking by to make fun of and gawk
This isn't some flower it's a rose
It's soul still cries out and the whisper echoes

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

In this poem the Rose is symbolism of my grandmother who lived in Mexico and came to America, she was abandoned by her husband and left to take care of her 6 children by herself.She spent countless years working in the fields to support her children and give them everything she could.She was a kind woman, loved by all her grandchildren including myself.She died when she got sick of ammonia at Hospice hospital.

Comments about The Rose by Jeremy Willson

  • Godfrey Morris (1/27/2016 9:49:00 PM)

    Truly enjoyed reading this poem. Great write. (Report) Reply

    Jeremy Willson (4/9/2016 10:44:00 PM)

    Thank you it means a lot :)

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Poem Edited: Friday, January 29, 2016

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