My Rose Pendant

You came into my life
When I was struggling with the storms,
My eyes were shut,
My breathing was slow,
My lungs were dusty,
There was no glow,
But you,
My heart,
You, you, you,
You embroidered something in my soul,
Something beautiful more than my eyes can speak,
Something dangerous more than my words can decipher,
I thought there was no love until
It was just 
You, you, you,
On the tip of my tongue
Like honey flowing from a dipped soulless rose,
I haven't even kissed you,
I wish I could just hold you,
Your hands entwined with my hands 
Like blooming ivy sprinkled with crimson roses,
Holding your hand 
Is my heaven, my redemption, my sanctuary, my oasis, 
My, my, my,
But you are not mine,
My first love,
A rose pendant 
That you gave me 
It shows my soul 
But it doesn't belong to me
It's somebody else's ,
I can't adorn it on my neck,
My fluttering fragile fingers 
Unlocked the aureate chain,
My eyes captured it one last time,
My mouth whispered ‘I love you’ to 
The core of the rose to
Keep my words sealed sacredly for eternity,
My eyes started raining ragged, rolling tears,
And I threw it away from me,
Far, far away,
In the endless sky,
Into the sea,
It's gone,
It's gone,
But my heart still whispers your name,
I can feel it in my breath,
In my bones,
Like a gush of blood,
Metallic, mesmerizing muse smell
That comes out of a letter written 
By blood by a miserable lover
Longing to exist in the lover's breathing 
And dreams and hopes,
My mind is a museum full of you,
I wish my heart was a necklace too.
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Mcintosh Avatar
July 13, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Lovely write. God bless you. love, Gina
Winter Avatar
July 13, 2025 at 9:49 PM
Dear Regina, thank you so much <3
Romios Avatar
July 11, 2025 at 1:11 PM
Astounding, very dratical, one, O hope many can relate to! Wishing this becomes a POTD! Hugs, Pangirexxx
Winter Avatar
July 14, 2025 at 7:40 PM
Dear Pangie, I completely agree with you! I like your moral views, I have the same ones.
Romios Avatar
July 14, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Sorry I missed it Anne! I used to make it a religion to read them! But I see winners wiith low liffe poetry, meaning words that are pornographic and we know it. Stupid..I am not interested in suggestive poetry. I only speak for myself. It seems a lot of people like that kind of poetry and I know for myself I wont write nor read it. Using pornographic words and just filling in blanks, I think you know what I mean. So that’s why I don’t read them. I wouldn’t you know. I doubt you would like any trash to get a thrill or to be funny.. I do know which poet will pornography disguise under innocent words. That’s OK that’s their choice.. i cgguse poets that have a sense of decency. When I did stand up comedy in Chicago, we were not allowed use to any pornographic words at all ever or we were not allowed back on the stage there is no point in them… unless you are 12 years old! Pangie.xx
Winter Avatar
July 13, 2025 at 9:48 PM
Dearest Pangie, my latest poem got POTD! Thank you so much for your heartfelt blessings. I appreciate you <3
Andresen Avatar
July 11, 2025 at 5:24 AM
- Beautiful, a young heart should taste love over and over again, Anne ... for the sweet taste - is also found in your heart :) - hugs
Winter Avatar
July 11, 2025 at 5:42 AM
Aww thank you so much dear Anne-Lise, I appreciate you :)
Vaso Avatar
July 11, 2025 at 1:13 AM
Beautiful, the first 2 lines drew me in.
Winter Avatar
July 11, 2025 at 5:00 AM
I'm glad you enjoyed my poem!
Hind Avatar
July 9, 2025 at 1:30 PM
Lovely writing, Anne- love this metaphor, the whole poem shows heart! :)
Winter Avatar
July 11, 2025 at 4:59 AM
I'm glad you liked it, Paige :)
Rodgers Avatar
July 9, 2025 at 11:55 AM
Dearest Anne, that transformation, that sudden burst of life and hope, is something only real love can do. And yet, you capture so perfectly the pain of not being able to claim it, of having to let go of something that feels like it was made just for you. The rose pendant, a gift that holds your soul but doesn’t belong to you, is just devastating and gorgeous. There’s something so courageous in the way you let go throwing it into the endless sky, into the sea. So Titanic like! And that ending… “My mind is a museum full of you, I wish my heart was a necklace too.” Summer Blessings, My Dearest, Anne, Daniel
Winter Avatar
July 11, 2025 at 4:59 AM
Dearest Daniel, I think that letting go is the hardest thing to do because my silly heart can't let go. But someday or one day my heart won't be silly anymore. For now, I'm just enjoying the silliness while it lasts even though it's a rollercoaster of emotions. It does remind me of Titanic the way I've written the poem haha. With love and respect always, Anne
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