Best Thorns Poems

A lovely rose grew to the garden's delight,
a poem of sunrise surrounded by night.
One day her friend Ivy asked "Why do you mourn?" 
Rose answered, "I've lost my beloved dear thorn. 

"We've been closer than close since I was a young bud, 
now I fear...

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Shall I reside in shadows of past years
like a silhouette where light appears dimmed
as life’s entangled path cuts deep like spears
of perforating thorns overly brimmed?
Shall I guard the fragility of heart
and retreat stumbling with blindfolded sight
unless black shrouds unveils colourful art 
of silky roses grown...

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Another night to drown in your mystic splendor 
   Could not calm a pounding heart swoon, neath a blush moon.  
    Poise in untold colour, true beauty you surrender 
      Suspended, soon bedding, good-night...

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i heard a...what do they say...a spine chilling scream
...is that the saying?

a spine chilling scream
followed by

'he's dead, my G_d he's dead'

the phrase echoed 
inside the whole of me
like tennis balls bouncing between two parallel walls

i ran up 
aware i would be at the edge
where the...

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~ Her love abloom fell blinded in the bliss
of one thought gentle in its callow prime,
and if she felt one inkling of amiss,
a thwarted tempest may have been in time.
   As love became a storm within the boil,
her naïve virtue veered into his...

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Sunrise, Thorns

Like a sunrise over a frozen lake,
swept by wind, you burst into my life.

The illusion of warmth flowed
over me and filled me until
that day when you left.

Now alone I wander; chilled,
now worse because you
had covered me with warmth.

Where does one go to
hide from conscience-ness...

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The

vigilant thorns stood guard 

for

to protect the rose's innocence

while it

rewarded them with the scent 

of

its divine aroma! 










© Demetrios Trifiatis
     25 January 2020...

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Beautiful red rose
Enticing the eyes to hold
Long stem, full of thorns

By eve roper 10/26/2014



Contest: ROSES ROSES ROSES
Sponsor: Mystic Rose...

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Rose petals blossoming out from the heart softly silk 
starbursts brightly sitting a regal flower kissed 

By loving sunshine sweet glowing beauty dances 
your delicate curling petals so beautiful 

Like a butterfly's wings fluttering eyelids mist
engaged upon a glance sweet fragrance whispered dew 

Embalmed by...

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No torrid steel rod cauterized my wounds
I could not lick the festering gashes clean
Your sharp-bladed tongue bit too deep
fangs plunged with each vile cursed scene

No mere prick or scratch did you inflict
as thorns draw drops from a finger laid bare
You severed our dangling cord with...

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The clichés drum upon my skull
Pounding pulse
Of rapid heart beat.

“Choices of today
Limit Opportunities of Tomorrow”
As once again I fall to defeat.

Though another directs the puppet strings,
‘‘Twas I who decided to wear the rings.”

“Thy bed
Thee have made,
Now ye lie upon It

And of thorns it be"...

Ripping to...

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Thorns




When to red roses
thorns virtually applaud
and 
nature shows its art....

When in green garden
thorns are beginning to reign
then
the autumn will start ...

When in the passion
sharp thorns of prickly longing 
stab
deeply pierce a heart ...





Written April 4th, 2016
For contest "Mystic haikus" by Mystic rose
Awarded N/A

Entered for Screwed...

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I surround you,
     beanstalk without beans
Invade you, 
     rose with thorns,
     reach my painful stalks
     deep inside your
     comfort zone.

Creep up on you
  ...

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Rose exquisitely you colour 
my every wish silken touches jewels

When a dream comes true 
from the flames blushing petals

Sweetest dove loving cotton shades the warmness
blue crowns baby hues Heaven's aura circles

Beholding from a heart it's fragrance lingers 
kissed moistly by the foggy dew...

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Love
I know you well.
You blossom like the rose between the thorns.
The people don’t know,
They don't live like me.
They complain because the roses have thorns

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved...

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