A Thorny Rose
Amid day, beautiful was the rose I saw.
Among the flowers, it lay into my garden stole.
And in the evening, when the night had veiled the pole,
Its beauty shone bright, ever than could the snow.
And my desire for it being as green as emerald,
My heart sought to have it in my own abode.
Alas! Did I not know of its keen thorns,
Which pierced my body's fragile organs,
And left me with scars unlike ever known
Copyright © Sonny Kanyinji | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment