Winter's Last Rose Poem by DM W

Winter's Last Rose

Rating: 4.8

Winter's last rose; rose of regret:
O how once your radiant beauty
Shimmered in summer's potent hour.
Now your faded petals offer,
Only a glimpse of that power.

Now diamond points of ice cruelly
Surround your flesh pink, Christ like presence.
The whine of winter's bitter song;
The cold claws of grief; the grey silence:
The landscape scorns its chosen one.

Neglected rose; rose of regret.

Winter's Last Rose
Monday, April 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: grief
Shaun Cronick 16 April 2020

Well done Dominic! Salutations to you sir on being chosen as Member Poem of the Day. You thoroughly deserve this accolade for another superbly written and deserving poem. A truly beautiful poem written from a true poet's heart. Stay well and healthy good sir and all the loved ones around you. And may God Bless and Keep you all.

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Dominic Windram 16 April 2020

Thanks for your kind comments guys...always appreciated... stay safe!

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Jasbir Chatterjee 16 April 2020

Congratulations on being poet of the day, Dominic. Change is inevitable.

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Dominic Windram 16 April 2020

Yes indeed. It's hard for me to relate to this poem now as it was written shortly after experiencing bereavement about 16 years ago,

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Benjuzzy Okpuzor 26 December 2022

Nice one ☺️🙏❣️

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Sylvia Frances Chan 21 August 2022

Also as a metaphored poem, very touching with gret sadness, Dominic. This poem also suites our life in reality and last but not least: a most dramatic poem about the Rose as a flower, my mind constantly goes back to life itself. Very very touching.5 Stars TOP Score

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Sylvia Frances Chan 21 August 2022

WOW! Thrice chosen as The Member Poem Of The Day, in 2019,2020 and today 2022. Absolute a magnificent poem as a true poem full of melancholy

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Ruta Mohapatra 21 August 2022

Congratulations on POD...nice write...

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Soran M. H 07 June 2020

How pleased am I, and I feel as if I wrote it.. The last winter rose; A rose of remorse: it is considered a form of another meaning, it can be applied to the whole life, so your poems live without dying because they are out of space and time, well done for this wonderful work..10/10

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Dominic Windram 08 June 2020

Thanks so much Soran....I always try my best!

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