Phil Shaw

Thoughts On A Rose - Poem by Phil Shaw

Once again flying. Time to think
On the rose, on the thorns
Both part of my life
The rose fading rapidly
Just a memory of subtle perfume
Of warm colors
Enough to keep me hoping
I can clip the thorns
But have you noticed
Thorns last much longer
Than the perfume or the color.
Long after the last petal has died
The thorn is still strong
The sting makes you bleed
Over and over you think
was it worth it?
Yes! My bleeding is fair price
For what I have felt
No room for roses now
Time for empty vases
Long travels and high mountains
Conquer the pain
Climb higher
Freeze the bleeding
Don’t look back!
The blood on the road will make you sick
And a sick man goes nowhere in Nepal

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Thoughts On A Rose by Phil Shaw

There is no comment submitted by members..

Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Friday, September 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011

[Report Error]