Best Thorny Poems

I Walked A Thorny Path Alone

I walked a thorny path alone,
Bare feet eating dusty ground:
I looked back, you were gone,
Remained only hollow empty sound,
We both racing homeward bound.

That Spring morn, you were all mine,
Smiling with heart all aglow-
Blazing sun you did outshine,
Future love, would we...

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It seemed like only yesterday
When our love first bloomed
In the breeze our hearts did sway
By passion we were consumed

But over time our love did wilt
And tears fell through the night
In my heart the thorns of guilt
Bled crimson in morning's light

But like the thorns upon a...

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My children are a beautiful rose
I am the thorny stem.

I was a young bride
with no home of my own
mistreated and forced to abide
I left my children behind....

Their fate was to be with out
always longing for our brief moments together
They always excepted me with out a...

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The thorny Rose

I will sing to you
Of raindrops
That glisten as the dew
Upon the thorny rose

Where transparent pearls
Are caught from the eyes
Of sadness and fears
Born alone
In the garden of night

In the brightness of morning
Each heartfelt drop
Full of colors and shapes
Caught in rose colored tears
Now glisten with...

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Come frail dreamer, raise your lids
the midnight veils are brightening
and sunshine dwells where your confusion hid,
within the shadows that are lightening
undoing dim-day disarray.

These bruises splayed upon your pride
are only notes that you have taken from
unwelcome lessons you've endured inside
the briars and brambles that succumb
to knowledge...

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Defeated with frustration and despair
There you are plunging into failure’s pit
Lamenting, “Oh, for me, no one does care…”
From life of thorns, let me exit a bit!

Friends do rebuke your distressful venture
With counsel to free your heart from gloom's pain
Saying, “Hate grips you with misadventure,”
See the...

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In the thorny eyes
Truthfully I stared right through
His broken glass, in thousand pieces 
I redeemed my might... for the pain he felt                Plain my night
Not a memory inside, just an...

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Michael slaps his forearm as he
     thumbs through a
     book of epitaphs,
inscriptions cemented upon a
brown volume filled with tacky
sheets

holding memories under the spotlight
     like that prickly
     crown of thorns
filled with creamy sedation. He
cranks the volume on his tiny
speaker

hoping to cling to Stevie Nicks'
     familiar gravel smoothing
     with pungent aroma
reminiscent of wood-chips...

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Amid day, beautiful was the rose I saw.

Among the flowers, it lay into my garden stole.

And in the evening, when the night had veiled the pole,
Its beauty shone bright, ever than could the snow.

And my desire for it being as green as emerald,
My heart sought...

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I share a tree with a story to tell:
We were out for a walk round Dufton Pike
when this straggly hawthorn conveyed its spell,
holding my gaze on our afternoon hike.
A closer study showed not one but two
thorns twisted, contorted in a struggle,
their limbs,  their joints...

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I planted these thorny bushes way back in March.
    They were hard to plant, let’s make that clear.
          Their gorgeousness is sheer delight
          ...

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Some days are a gloomy trek through an unbearably heavy heart. 
Every step taken is difficult,  and every breath seems like the world is working against me. 
I had the impression that I was stranded in an endless storm, soaking in despair and looking...

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Love Is More Than A Thorny Rose

Oh! Love is like a rose,
It is gracious in every pose,
It is beautiful,
It is red,
It is blue,
But it is sad,
It is sad from head to toes,
Love is but a thorny rose,
Love is but a thorny rose…
But it is more...

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May be someday you will realize
You wanted to, but you can't apologize
She's a mess, clearly described in poetry
She believes in what eyes say
As according to her eyes can't betray
She misses someone every day
 as has loved someone in every way.. 
Probably it was month of...

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ANGIE, that last slow dance in smoky haze—
you slipped UNDER MY THUMB like twilight’s ache.
The Rolling Stones crooned fate through tangled days;
I tried to PAINT IT BLACK for mercy’s sake.

But YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT—truth stings—
just loaded TUMBLIN DICE in neon towns,
chasing HONKY...

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