Thorny Poems - Poems about Thorny

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 entwined and tangled through a wrestling of arms that writhe and...

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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 may.. From when she started pretending to be okay She got...

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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 for a way out of the merciless gloom. The pain persisted...

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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 I suppose, The love I know, Is better, is different, Love to me...

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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 Their pinkness is heaven sent. ...

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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 to have it in my own abode. Alas! Did I not...

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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 roses blooming in glowing gain.” Learn rose-thorns' lessons well, though sometimes...

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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 know: Loving food yet still refuse to dine? Time told me this...

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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 rose That sometimes cause us pain We must be sure that when...

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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 empty cloud Clinging for something more prudent For old times... Is...

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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 insight and hope For out of pain and sorrow A clear day...

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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 learned because you sought. Instructive pain is but a state that comes...

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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 and coriander, until a twitching, frenetic squirrel emerges with mange in his scowl.      He...

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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 doubt. Destiny did not abandon them it provided a firm bond between...

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