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Violence Rose Poems | Violence Poems About Rose

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Details | Elegy |

The Graveyard Rose

She was beautiful, unlike any other
She stood high above the ground shining with bright colours…
Perhaps…
Had she grown somewhere else
People would line up, only to take in her scent…
But she was lonely…
The only rose to rise where the dead lie
So nobody ever came to keep her alive…
And she still grows…
In a field of snow, a picture so cold
There…the red beauty stands strong
As if her roots had grabbed the centre of the Earth below
In a loving embrace, never willing to let it go…
There she stood…
A soul so misunderstood…
The graveyard rose…

Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2015


Details | Free verse |

Black Rose

Black rose on the wall
See the daylight no more
All the hearts are sore
Left black to the core
No need to wish for more

Take it! 
And throw it on the floor

Copyright © Liva Evita Nagle | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |

War of the Rose

Drenched upon the battle field
Under silver weapons wield
Misdirection her only shield
The wildest of roses grew

Upon the blush of her pretty head
Stained with what men had bled
White petals puckered in brilliant red
The Whitest wild rose glimpsed hell

When the battle scene lie deaf
And not a soul to love was left
Moonlight filled the tears she wept
And the Rose pitied the man

Winter came, life kissed death
With the sweep of a snowy breath
Pale hands of the woman Macbeth
Washed White to red to grey

Well summer come and summer go
No eye that lays upon her knows
Her blushing color is to show
How red is to remember

Copyright © kaelynn Jensen | Year Posted 2015