The stark whiteness is all I see,
Perhaps it’s just reflection,
Of conflicting emotions in me,
Every facet with a brilliant glow,
Rainbows dance
On the brink of that snow,
But something else catches my eye,
A scarlet shade in that austere white,
A rose blooming,
Its thorns frozen,
Leaves the darkest of emeralds,
It’s just a small torn corner,
Like pious part of my soul
Trapped in confines of a sinner’s heart…………..
Your an amazing writer far better than I can ever be continue writing
Wow amazing poem! Yor metaphor is brill and how u end it is esp impressiv. Do read my latest poem too. Warm wishs.
Lovely poem and nicely concluded: 'Like pious part of my soul Trapped in confines of a sinners heart.....'
Words put together so well with emotion. Excellent with support and beautiful comments from your fans
Suberb picture you have drawn with the rose as a symbol of everything pure in the whiteness that is life, as we leave our own trail of sins, goodness, hope and love as we struggle and fight for who we are! You have written a perfect gem!
Beautiful write! A rose found amidst that snowy frozen terrain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write. I like the use of imagery. Keep writing. Do read my poems and comment