Best Sadrose Poems
A big smile on my face
A huge hope in my heart
A great thrilling just to my life
Because it's thursday evening
And I am waiting for you at this temple
I am searching for you in every breath
And I am calling your name with my heart beat
I can see you and I can feel you
Many years gone my love
I am still with a rose in my hand
Please listen to my words
Please accept my love
I know I am not visible to any one
Because I already died for your love
But my soul is still thirsty for your love
And now I cannot leave you
Many years gone my love
And I am still with a rose in my hand
Please feel my love
Oh! my rose flower
I am waiting for you with a rose in my hand
I am waiting for a moment just to express my feelings
I never thought that moment would be as long as my life
And I am ready to wait whole my life
But suddenly water flowing from my eyes with out my knowledge
And I am unable to cope myself with the truth that you are not existing
I am screaming out loudly
I am crying out madly
And atlast
I am waiting at the same place
With the red rose turned black
With my clean face turned beared
With my neat dress turned torn
With my tears turned blood drops
My heart beat now stopped
My breath now ended
But I am still at the same place and waiting for you.
A rose perched itself on an,
Open window still.
Placed by the fractured hands, of a lover whose bitter lips,
Turned sweet by the first glance of its crimson petals,
Yet the rose slowly decayed.
Decayed and flew out the window and onto the snow,
Where it gently laid and bleeds out a brownish crimson color.
Forming a shackled heart onto the snow,
The once rusting petals turn a pure white and decore this shackled heart.
The painted rose was placed on her coffin
Then removed when they lowered her down
Cast aside with the discarded trash
That was lying closeby on the ground
A little girl around nine or ten
Picked it up and took it back home
Here on vacation to visit her family
But now on her way back to Rome
She gave the rose to her Grandmother
Who carried it all the way to Japan
Who then gave the rose to her waitress
For lending her a helping hand
The waitress gives the rose to a stranger
Who was now on his way back to France
Who gave the rose to his daughter
As her whole class was watching her dance
She then gave the rose to her teacher
Who was leaving to start a new life
He was on his way to America
To be with his children and wife
He then gives the rose to his brother
Who's still grieving the death of his bride
He places the rose on her gravestone
Where it started the day that she died