Two hands, soft-weathered
Cut on the blade of our teeth
Where scarlett rain blooms on paper
Bleed, bleed, O red rose of life
From your petals, we fall on rich earth
Yet tethered, close, to your blossom
In which we lowly weep
Love, love, O red rose of life
Nails of nector rise up, sullen thorns
Draw lines of love across scarred palms
Should the winds wail, we shall not falter
Bleed, bleed, O red rose of life
Till your leaves should wither
And roots rot with time
Red eyes watch over our bare heads
Love, love, O red rose of life
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 8:06 AM UTC
Two hands, soft-weathered
Cut on the blade of our teeth
Where scarlett rain blooms on paper
Bleed, bleed, O red rose of life
From your petals, we fall on rich earth
Yet tethered, close, to your blossom
In which we lowly weep
Love, love, O red rose of life
Nails of nector rise up, sullen thorns
Draw lines of love across scarred palms
Should the winds wail, we shall not falter
Bleed, bleed, O red rose of life
Till your leaves should wither
And roots rot with time
Red eyes watch over our bare heads
Love, love, O red rose of life
Probably won't send this to my mom
A little too morbid I think
But she still does so much for me and asks for so little back
Happy mothers day to all mothers here :D
Request permission to use this poem