Charmaine Chircop Poet Lyric

A Paper Rose

Who named the rose the flower of Love?

Or is it the flower of passion  or maybe undying lust?

Was there anyone who wasn't pricked by its  thorns?

Wasn't there  anyone who wasn't fooled by its beauty?

Wasn't there ever a wife who tasted the salt of  her tears

to the betrayal of a husband's lover?

Wasn't there ever a lover who  opened the diary of life

to find the wrinkled red petal of years still in waiting

What is the rose,except the scent of imagination

choking  with the  fragrance of never be mine

What's in a name?Who is the rose?Who baptised this flower?

the flower of seasons,the flower who lives in the rough 

hiding its nakedness of pain in delicate and strong

All a rose ever will be is a  birthed  flower which breeze in the  feeling of 

'You are so special' till you realise,all that you have in your hand is,was

                              A  PAPER   ROSE.

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Tim Smith July 24, 2016 at 6:50 PM What is the rose but a scent of imagination...terrific lines Charmaine

Jay Del Fierro May 14, 2011 at 6:29 PM maybe a paper rose inflamed with a brilliant pure white fire :)...nice sharmaine :)

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 30, 2010 at 7:16 PM Sensational portrait of the rose with intense meaning to luv... another creatively brilliant write... almost like memoirs .. the treasure chest if getting full...luv.. Linda-Marie..

Travis Tapley April 29, 2010 at 2:18 PM WOW! This was stunning. The second line was awesome. Like the wife that has felt the thorns and cursed the fertile ground, i know the pain of a lost love. This was fantastic, a really great write!

Edward Orozco April 29, 2010 at 1:37 PM amazing poetry i love reading your work!

James Peranteau April 29, 2010 at 9:21 AM My O my dear Charmaine, what, or who has caused this ruptured thought of God's beautiful gift to us (the rose)? Here you seem to be less than content at one of lifes beautiful gifts ! Well, if I am reading this properly, I would say that you truly need comforting reminders of the many wonderful creations of our heavenly Father, given to us all for pleasure when one gift of Jehovah's seems to be causeing your heart discomfort ! If the rose for the moment fails you, peer into a daffodil! luv james

Kabuteng P.Ink K. April 29, 2010 at 5:52 AM Very interesting take on roses...That last line sure gave your lyric a different twist, Charma--I liked your write--you kept me reading till the end and hopefully it won't always be a paper rose. Thanks for sharing!

Andrea Dietrich April 28, 2010 at 2:45 PM VEry powerful writing, Charma. YOur point is well made. I would change only one little thing. I would change the word "passion" for "true love"at end of line one. INdeed, the rose remains the flower of passion. It's her passion that leads lovers in lust and then passon dies quickly and true love does not remain in many instances. LUv, andrea

Daver Austin April 28, 2010 at 8:25 AM OOPS! You forgot "Tokyo Rose." Your layout is terribly tight, but it does make for excitement in the reading. I like this poem mucho.Great idea. Love, daver

James Fraser April 27, 2010 at 2:46 PM Wow, there's a few roses in this poem. I shall have to pop back and see it in its blooming glory >> James