Spring Rose.

April 16, 2011
Her petals, so delicate
But a fierce, fiery red.
She holds her head high
With her shoulders of thorns thrown back.
All of the daisies
And dandelions
Bow down their heads in shame.
But when the frigid winds
Send their icy rage across the gardens
The beautiful rose
Is elegant no more.
Her petals are a faded memory of the past.
The dandelions mock her
The ugly weeds snicker in her face
And the wise old mums
Shake their heads in pity.
She is a frail
Forever embedded into the soil
Never to see the light of spring

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HorseLover said...
Jun. 9, 2011 at 6:54 am
Good job. I really liked this poem. It flowed very nicely.
ExpRESsY0uRselF replied...
Jun. 9, 2011 at 7:17 pm
Thank you!
bbeast said...
May 2, 2011 at 4:12 pm
You wrote this in the 5th grade?! That's awesome. My lame-o attempts back then have all been hidden or burned. I really didn't like poetry until I was a sophomore.
ExpRESsY0uRselF replied...
May 3, 2011 at 3:58 pm
Hahaha, I can't believe I actually wrote it in 5th grade either. 8) I was like, whoa! when I saw it in my journal I found in the back of my closet. I guess good things do come out of cleaning closets! 8)
PJD17 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 28, 2011 at 6:19 pm
good job  especially for a 5th grader
ExpRESsY0uRselF replied...
May 1, 2011 at 11:35 am
Thank you, I got an A+ for it! 8)
midniteprowl replied...
Jun. 6, 2011 at 3:04 pm
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