White Roses, Painted Red.

by Jenn   Nov 16, 2016


White Roses Painted Red..
Hoping for passion, gaining pain instead.
Weaving through the thorns..
Careful as needle with thread.
Trying to push through where my heart has led.
Hell bent on forever..
But barely making it through today.
Fighting for more, with no confidence for tomorrow..
Taking time that I don't have to borrow.
Love is blind, as is the hope it flies upon..
It doesn't die so easy, though it is easily torn.
Creating a truss for thus to grow...
Baring such scars on my tattered heart..
Happily miserable is my secret art.
Hoping for passion, that is often pain instead..
White Roses Painted Red.

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  • 11 months ago

    by yogi73

    I love the subtle wisdom in the poem. Unfortunately the pain of life must be embraced as well.
    Love the word choice and word arrangement of this poem.

    • 11 months ago

      by Jenn

      Thank You so much!

  • 1 year ago

    by The Fairy Mary Poppins

    I like it was beautiful, but I would suggest making into something longer not just only in one stanza that is it that I can think of

  • 1 year ago

    by Ezeani Sunday

    I really love the poem. It is really hard to love but it's sweetness outlast all the treasures and pleasures on earth. Bravo dearest!!!

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Jenn, very nice. Good rhyming throughout and flowed wonderfully. I was wondering, is it scares or scars on my tattered heart? I really liked how you put the white roses painted red, well done-

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Jenn, this is excellent.

    • 1 year ago

      by Jenn

      Thank You Em!
      Glad You enjoyed it.