Soft and fragile, the black petals lay.
A hand plucked it, tucking sorrow in its pocket.
A venomous sting struck the chest;
desperate, agonized, the body convulsed.
Shallow breaths lingered—
pain devoured the blood of the soul.
Prickings gnawed at flesh;
a scream rose for release, alone.
The rose mocked the trembling frame,
whispering: “Pass me on.”
Its constraints laid bare,
it warned of bleeding more petals
for the next to bear.
The offered chance was welcomed,
unaware of the treachery it held.
Since then, the hurt loops endlessly,
leaving a black, glimmering petal
upon each bosom.
The cursed rose still hunts a worthy hand;
humans pass it on,
wrapped in bruises and despair.
Everyone bears a petal now—
while one shoulders
the ever-growing curse.
And the black rose waits…
for the final heart to shatter.
Black rose, black rose all may know your beauty
but your pain nobody knows.
Black rose, black rose oh the sorrow that you hold,
I feel it tearing deep into my soul, but you'll never let me close.
I guess that's why you were born with oh so many thorns, but just to be close to you
I'll be gladly sliced and torn.
Black rose, black rose the agony would be worth it all, just to feel a love
none has known before.
Black rose, black rose oh the power that you hold, all the horrors left untold,
your eyes are sullen and stoic like a stone.
Black rose, black rose let me bleed upon your thorns, let my lifeblood be adorned,
for me you'll never have to mourn my black rose.
Black rose
Because I am a rose you expect me to be red
But I am black hope there’s much to be said
My petals not yellow but thick onyx braids
Inspiring the fellows who want to get laid
But I’m no mattress nor am I for sale
Comfy in my blackness no need to yell
Stigma and enigma due to my pride
Misunderstood figure refusing slight
My feet are planted in brown dirt
Inspiring romantic despite my hurts
Cut me deep and I bleed cranberries
DNA unique magical like cocoa faeries
Optimistic singing James Brown so loud
Who can resist I’m black and I’m proud
Breathing droplets, a nail in the coffin.
Here lies the fabric of hopes and dreams.
I need her.
But what do I need her for, I wonder?
I can’t rewrite the history of my heart.
One sided mirrors, a headless coin.
Hearts ablaze, weapons high.
March into battle, afraid.
Quicksand amongst a graveyard of flowers.
Frozen water on The River Styx.
Look at what you’ve wrought.
Until your heart is truly freed,
you will be enslaved by thought alone.
I can’t see the end of the horizon.
Her hand is out of reach.
Why can’t she see it?
My intangible soul claims another pair of eyes.
Red, yellow, and white roses adjacent to worms.
As the day dwindles into night, an awful truth dawns.
In the mist of the icy purple fog,
the blooming dies with the dying light.
Arise, my black rose.
It’s not possible,
King Hades’ prophecy is the law.
Immobile in the snow, my skin peels.
As she walks centuries away from where I stand,
I have no choice but to collapse into the roots.
In shadows deep, where secrets lie, A black rose blooms beneath the sky. Its petals dark as midnight's grace, A silent whisper, a haunting face.
No blush of dawn, no summer's glow, Just mystic depths where sorrows grow. Yet beauty lurks within the shade, A fragile strength, a quiet braid.
There's a chance you live
If you have the chance to give
The love she deserve.
Peace seems like a once-written myth, now blurred from sight,
like wrathful willows floating along sullen streams.
There, stars linger to trace lost love in twilight’s grace,
amidst the bitter cold wind roaring through the night.
But is a black rose not a rose if kissed with warmth?
When petals wilt, reignite kismet flames of light.
We are the poets of a crisp dawn sketched in gold.
Together, we erase veiled wrongs with ink so bright.
For hope can weave fragments of faith from lunar dreams;
love lost in twilight’s grace, there stars linger to trace~
verses to calm sinister skies of hate and plight.
Ink
death rose
gothic mood
gallows bouquet
sweet scented aroma, grave companions
deep Mahogany, blood stains, velvet touch
doleful embers
charred petals
mournful
grief
They call me a black rose,
braided with stains of sterling;
Riddled with enormous thorns,
to some a bit menacing;
They call me a black rose,
dark and threaded with pain;
Stained with the blood of raindrops,
a short fuse tipped with lightning;
They call me a black rose,
petals laced with shadows;
No one every really sees me;
They just question me, my everything
They call me a black rose,
a poem in a world done reading;
Punk fluorescent glows,
a black light for hidden prose.
Black rose,black rose
Go on and paint your petals with your favorite colors
Black rose,black rose
Your pollen is appealing to the tongue
enough to draw out the queen bee out of the hive
Black rose,black rose
your sweetened nectar is an assassin to the taste buds
Your presence is an atmosphere to the lost clouds
Black rose,black rose
Pierce the earth with your roots
as they go deep down beneath the ground and beyond galaxies
Let your persona bloom
as it gives birth to new kind of species
Black rose,black rose
Let your scent build empires inside a king's nose
stand tall and reach out for the sunbeams
Reflect the rays and paint a monochromatic rainbow on the face of the earth
Black rose,black rose
You are artistic even your imaginations are realistic
Black rose,black rose
Save yourself from the mysteries of the world
Trust yourself and your faith shall be bold
Let all the flowers in the garden of Eden hail you
As they shout
Black Rose,black rose,black rose!
Black rose black,rose
March in confidence with a colorful aura
as you are followed by a sweet scent of aroma
Black Rose,black rose
I have walked roads so wide
I have seen beauty held in pride
To be frank,
You’re beauty’s bank
Your body has a voice
That weakens my choice.
You’re a woman to fill my life
Someday, you will be my wife
Darling, you’re too rich in beauty
For poverty
And too mature for puberty
Beauty and poverty can’t share a hand
I hope you understand
Black Rose
You’re today my pride
Tomorrow my only bride
For you, my love is loud
Like a thunder in a cloud
I legit never knew the beauty black roses possess.
I stared at one day after day.
She looked like she didn't want to be bothered.
Still she'd look and stare.
She grew differently than the red ones.
Prepackaged, given to others in mass quantity.
She'd sit alone and read amongst herself.
With arched eyebrows and shapely dress.
Most were afraid of her thorns. Despite all the beauty she possessed inside.
They only saw her outside.
Reason her thorns were so sharp.
The misconception that she was to be feared.
When in reality they protected her.
They made her to think that she was ugly.
The red roses that surrounded.
They'd bunch around her in fear of their own self conscious.
Attempting to stop her smile.
The more they tried, the more she stood out.
Grounded in her faith she grew out of her insecurity.
Being the regal beauty that she was.
Realizing the heroine she searched was inside her the whole time.
Her petals testimony to her root.
When I spoke she cheerfully replied with a smile.
I walked by day after day
Black Rose was her name,
a pirate ship of great fame,
she sailed the Cretan seas,
of turquoise blue, so un-tame,
crashing through the high waves,
sea air in our hair,
salt and rum on our tongue
singing songs old & young,
hell, it was great fun!
our backs heated by the sun
on the ropey rigging we hung,
with sword and pistol gun,
deep sea swim,
till the sunset dims,
a pirates life for us, it's our hymn!
Although we were in two different places in our lives, we still made a connection.
Out of the flowers in the garden, you had the ability to shine to my recollection.
You have unique features that makes you incredible, worthy of my unlimited affection.
Your hues, your fullness, your brightness, your feel captivated me like an infection.
Nature has been rather kind to my sight and blessed me with undeniable beauty.
And with interest in going against the wind direction, you have given me a lot to see
Although an interest in social injustice and politics can easily mean a lot to me,
what means the most to me is witnessing your smile, your touch, your love, your life, daily.
I love how you stand tall to embrace life and its benefits due to the sunshine.
I admire the way you remind me of the beauty in the little things, like quality time.
I respect how you are magnetic, pleasant, driven, and as transparent as a "GO" sign.
Hopefully, my every-waking moment can be spent with you, hoping to call you mine.
Love is my worst enemy
Darkness within identity
Changes with no promises
Your eyes they rage ominous
A black rose among red
You don't eat when others get fed
You don't get water, you shed
All the truth that you have said
No one believes you, they all just avoid
Crumbling down an endless void
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