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The Rose

THE  ROSE

Her heart with fragrant beauty shows
The womb her silken hands enclose
But curling fingers edged with gold
Must wither soon as they grow old
And as her petals curl with age
To gently fall like turning page
They will in memory oft repeat
To us a scent that lingers sweet

beautyenvironmentnatureiambic pentameter

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Beata Agustin

November 26, 2025 at 5:30 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Cornelius Brantley

October 29, 2025 at 3:30 AM

The personification makes it even sweeter.

Hilda Greenhough

October 9, 2025 at 9:46 PM

I enjoy this magnificent poem. The classic iambic pentameter shows quality with rhyme that complements the verse. Old styles never become old. I'll fav this poem.

Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

August 24, 2025 at 3:27 AM

Interesting piece right here. Soft and mindful. And the rhyming scheme sits well with the reader. It flows with the grace of a young river. Thank you.

Darlene De Beaulieu

August 19, 2025 at 4:52 PM

Hello Radical Rooney, it is so nice to meet you. I like this poem. roes are beautiful flowers in any colours. Yes it is a scent that lingers sweet. Enjoy your day my friend. Enjoy yuour evening my friend. /Darlene/