Thorn Poems

Throne of Love or Thorn

You think, it's very sweet,
You think,it's very beautiful,
You think, it's cruel World's defeat,
You think, it's win from something fearful.

Don't know, it's sometimes a false,
Don't know, it's sometimes lose,
Don't know, it's sometimes death cause,
Don't know, it's sometimes black-rose.

When someone wear love's throne 
Not know about destiny, not about looting,
But when it becomes a betray seems like

magenta blaze

eyes dazed by magenta blaze

            skin torn by piercing thorn

                      blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn


she knows her season is done

 

In a Garden of Dresses, I Am the Thorn

Do you
Think 
They noticed me? 

I mean 
I noticed 
Them 

Perfectly 
Perfect 

The epitome 
Of beauty 
Without lifting a finger 

Their skin 
As clear 
As my delusions 

Why did I 
Pick
This dress? 

How did I
Walk out of the house 
With the smile of “I look pretty”? 

They must think 
This bow in my hair 
Looks

26-4-2025

Another oath I’ve sworn, 
Another spoken lie. 
Any way to home, 
Court me into a door open wide. 
Another totem born, 
Another standing so high. 
Another day,
Another poem, 
Thoughts come in the form of rhyme.

Rows of corn, 
Pleased to be born,
Taught to stand in line. 
Thoughts worn and dry, 
Fields seem forlorn, 
Ought to stand

tribute to thorn bug

thorn bug looks like thorn
her camouflage is perfect
mimicking nature

If Only I Wasn’t the Thorn

I wish you stars, but not the darkness they need to shine.
I wish you clouds, but not the tears they pour.  
I wish you roses, but never their thorns.
And I wish you love–
but not me.

Chance Encounter

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust”,
The minister intoned, dismissing us.
Embraced and patted, pitying looks from all.
Letting go of my rose, the last to fall.
Thorns pricked my finger, a drop of blood dripped down…
… in the hole where mother's body is buried in the ground.
The grown ups seem to know exactly what to do. 
But I

A Thorn Alouette

You don't ever pierce
Though your look is fierce
Each rose is safe in your hold.
Green snakes scroll around.
Flies move with no sound
In heat and cold, you stand bold.

As rose buds feel dread
Your sharp claws you spread
Are you their unseen backbone?
Each rose fades and falls
When Time, from far, calls
Do you mourn for them alone?

The Thornless Wonder

In hushed greenhouses, a marvel grows,
A pilgrimage for those who know:
A rose unmarred by nature's thorns,
Its beauty is pure, as morning dawns.

I dreamed of its stem, a silken cord,
Coiled gently around my hands, unexplored.
My garden once bristled with spiky guards,
Till obsession smoothed those prickly shards.

From root to tip, I bred them bare,
Strength redefined in petals

The Velvet Thorn

A rose bush leans against the garden wall,
It blooms a riot of crimson whispers.
Petals soft as lover's lips unfurl,
While beneath, sharp sentinels stand guard.

This beauty bears a double-edged sword,
A paradox of gentle grace and hidden bite.
Velvet petals beckon, "Come closer, friend,"
While thorns hiss, "Beware, keep your distance."

In sunlight, it dances a waltz of shadows,
Casting lace

Rosey Thoughts

If I was a rose would you pick me
Despite my green thorns all sticky
Would you just place me near your nose
And breathe in my fragrance so bold

Would you have time to watch me grow
Would you mind if I had a soul
That was attached to vine on a picket fence
Would you take me or leave me

Unadorned

Although the rose is unadorned by dew, rain or sun… she shines still brighter when all her work is done. ~ quote by poet

If often seems that I’m like the gentle rose,
When my limbs are pruned, my spirit thrives and grows.
Like the rose, my deep roots are the foundation,
For when my roots doubt, there is

Sue and Thorn

Sue played the tuba, the sax, drums and the horn.
You can play them in the field, next to the corn.
Her parents were not musical, which made her forlorn.
The scarecrow loved music though, his name was Thorn.

He fell in love with her, and her clarinet too.
Their relationship was a secret, according to Sue.
A tornado took Thorn

Thistle and Vine

From the thistle and vine
From the thicket of thorn
Into the light of the morning    
Out from the briar patch, gone

In a flicker of light
Into the glimmer of dawn
Slipping out at the daybreak
With the rise of the sun

In the ticking of time
From the clock on the wall
Ring the bells of a new day

Every Rose Has A Thorn

who
plays the part 
yet
put
her
cold stiff dagger
into my heart
while
every rose has a thorn

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