Chris Green Poet Free verse

Dead Roses Welcome

Dead roses welcome


Broken, the gate of a dying garden
Locked by a chain of sadness
Swinging aimlessly in neither direction

Forgotten blooms dry

Rusted thoughts deteriorate quickly
From a fallen porch swing
Tattered cushions offer no comfort

Chipped paint blinds longing eyes

Stepping from the edge of loneliness
Meeting the earth with a heavy foot
Looking beneath for a spot to rest

Tear drops moisten to mud

Carving marble words of the departed
Hammer and chisel cursive
Dust coats my throat as I whisper

Here lies my heart…dead roses welcome

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Modupe Sefunmi November 2, 2018 at 1:14 PM I really love this poem, though with a sad tone, yet beautiful. Chris Green November 2, 2018 at 1:20 PM Thanks you so very much. I am thrilled you enjoyed this one. yes, it is sad, that must have been my mood on that day. :)

Tim Smith October 23, 2018 at 7:32 PM Remarkable piece my friend Chris Green October 24, 2018 at 8:44 AM Thanks so much Tim.

Gershon Wolf October 23, 2018 at 5:04 PM I second Arturo's comments. Just terrific. (And again, you should really get these poems published!). Best always, gw Chris Green October 23, 2018 at 5:23 PM Thanks again...this is one of those non-smile poems. : )

Arturo Michael October 23, 2018 at 10:19 AM You've got that magic in your poetry...bring words alive...Nice write...All the best Chris Chris Green October 23, 2018 at 10:39 AM Thanks Arturo for your kind comments.

Line Gauthier October 23, 2018 at 9:52 AM A lovely poem whose sadness speaks to the heart. Beautiful, Chris. Chris Green October 23, 2018 at 10:38 AM Thanks so much my friend.