Best Thorns Poems
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 in shades of light?
Shall I remain dwelling and not then seek
life that awaits a brave travellers feet —
yet, would not a fervent heart grow so meek
with a dying rhythm of its own beat?
Amidst faith, scars from life’s thorns slowly heals
upon a path where inner self reveals.
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 he has fallen down into the mud.
He protected this vine, but I trust our Creator
we shall meet again, be it sooner or later."
Another thorn fell then, and nearly another.
Poor Rose mourned and prayed as would any sad mother.
"I must carry on", she said, "find ways to cope,
composing new poems to give others hope".
With courage and kindness she faced each new day,
always loving and knowing the right words to say.
She lost a few petals when summer storms blew,
but her friends in the garden all felt she pulled through.
One day Ivy looked and with sadness profound
saw the flowerless vine and her friend on the ground.
But the vine's saddest loss was the soil's richest gain,
for Rose and her thorns were united again.
For Connie Marcum-Wong. We miss you dear rose, but
rejoice that you are finally reunited with your loved ones.
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 veils of clouds cocoon.
Thirst of the soul melts the thorns of
A rose, transcends beyond a never-ending fountain of Love.
Endless blue mosaic slumber awaking in cool caress.
Burst of radiant hope release in fluttering flight,
Caught across in the current ripples; whose touch may press
Deeply, brushing against nature's doorstep light.
Thirst of the soul melts the thorns of
A rose, transcends beyond a never-ending fountain of Love.
Thy presence summons by my yearning love,
Peacefulness invited in, welcoming salvation,
Enlightenment of the presence of the Lord above.
Enrapture faint breath and sigh deep emotion.
Thirst of the soul melts the thorns of
Arose, transcends beyond a never-ending fountain of Love.
4/10/2020 Poem of the Day on 4/12/2020
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 -
to hide from dreams?
Where does one go to hide from unwanted reality,
to try to stitch things back together
into a quilt that makes some
semblance of sense?
Where does one go to escape the sunshine
that is remembered so vividly that it pains?
Where does one go to find solace in the cold
emptiness of the wind-swept lake?
That first day when you had left, light faded
and I was impaled on the thorns of the rose
that I had sought.
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
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
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 the perfume of such treasure found gift
it is here that an arrow of gold strikes home dear
sweet velvet corolla crumples fragile breathless
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 a stare
Without gauntlet thrown before you swayed
I was waylaid in the pitfall of vows betrayed
I sat weeping upon moistened ground
faintly hearing from ears, a snarling sound
a vile bitterness in your laughter as I stirred
If you have a conscience, I shall be its burr
You turned your back and sidled away
basking in glory; your cruelty had been done
but there is no victory for you, nothing won
for a man whose feet were molded of clay
How often you preyed on weakness of others
while you played at being sanctimonious
Liquid courage brings death that smothers
but I escaped the hold you once tightly held
before my life had been snuffed and felled
I still breathe and I've no fear to speak
I've been set free, and I'm no longer weak
My tongue holds daggers of its own
whetted on the grind stone of your deception
I was hungry for strength, parched with thirst
to take vengeance as my anger grew
emotions that were long past due
Felling you would then label me a doer of evil
which is something I would never desire to be
Vengeance will never be mine to take
knowing this is true is what set me free
Years will pass but I shall never forget
that I was true to you, yet I sorely regret
not realizing the kind of person I loved
I've moved on and no longer grieve
while you still swim in the fiery waters
of your besotted world of make believe
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 XIII contest by rob carmack
I surround you,
beanstalk without beans
Invade you,
rose with thorns,
reach my painful stalks
deep inside your
comfort zone.
Creep up on you
in evening hours,
on misty corners,
In the drizzle.
Permeate your
private life as if
personal property.
Ambush your
rooted feet:
seated between your
chantharels, boletes
and beet root:
I eat your stamina away
In tangled sheets
in sweaty nights
of dreams
and nightmares,
I envelop you
in thoughts of fever
without pills to kill.
Fly around you, a
mosquito buzz,
a tiny horror,
as a vampire waits
to be let in;
as a robin begs, in throaty
singing
And when you sleep
I'll be right there
deep inside you
a pest that never
leaves you
A rodent that eats
your resolve
Until you silently wish,
by lack of tears
and voice...
Until you wish
that you would stop
to be there
Then I will
have won.
***
February 26, 2017
© Darren White
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
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
"The pretty rose has thorns to keep her safe." Quote By Poet
Who will keep me safe like thorns on a rose?
Only skin to protect my feelings.
As Hedgehog-type cactus in bloom,
With claret-cup desert perfume;
Red-orange petals
On top of nettles-
I guard with my sharp, thorny, broom.
I'm hardy, resistant to clime
In weather where sunshine is prime.
Yet, still thrive in cold
When nightfalls unfold;
A mainstay for mundane, sublime.
My flower is tender and smooth
As velvety surfaces soothe.
My buds, I protect
With me, they connect-
And nurturing them, they improve.
Yet, thorns are my standby defense;
Protecting my blossoms- intense.
My keen spears await
To keep safe our fate-
And predators- anxious and tense!
July 9, 2020
Premiere Contest: The Flower, The Thorn, Or Both
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Theme: "You are the flower, the thorn, or both."
Thorns about the snow
Cantilever tombstones
Gathered in a row
Broken bits of someone else’s deed
Weeds are overgrown
Thorns about the snow
Endless come the struggles as you bleed
Ravens are amassing
High above the trees
Searching for remaining shards of bone
Circling intruders
Cutting through the breeze
Waiting as your sins you now atone
Thicket mangled wings
Fractured fighting fear
Carving sad initials on your skin
Thunder clouds approach
Storms to gather near
Drenching darkened sorrows now begin
Iron barred protrusions
Block the jagged way
Keeping you from exiting this place
Fall upon your knees
This your ending day
Every thought of you to soon erase
Fade into the gravel
Claw this frozen earth
Quickly 'fore a morning sun does crest
Bid a found farewell
Far beyond your birth
Time has come to take your final rest