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Jay M Sep 2020
Yellow rose
Beauty so bright
Thorns drip of crimson

So sweet
Alas,
Only to be taken through pain

Yellow rose
Burning sun
Smile for me
Lure me with your scent

Yellow rose
Petals rays of light
Shine down on me
Ever so bright
Get me through the night

Yellow rose
Bloom for me
Show me your inner beauty

Yellow rose
More than your protective thorns
More than your petals of gold

Yellow rose
Take me back
To times of bliss
When chaos was aside
Where we did not hide

Yellow rose
Slowly wilting
Remain for me
Just be

Yellow rose
Slowly it does decay
Veins of brown
Slowly taking over

Yellow rose
Fire burning low
Embers flutter and flow
Soon to go dark
Turn to ashes

Yellow rose
Decay and dry
How you did try
To display your inner beauty

Yellow rose
I suppose
This is just how it goes

- Jay M
September 14th, 2020
Oh yellow rose.
Is it about you or God,
Does your religion teach hate,
A bed of roses may not be your life,
But it is was Jesus who wore the thorns of strife,
Don't judge but show love everyday,
God will sort us out on judgment day,
Live your life so when you die,
Nice things people say won't be a lie,
If you're going to be religious,
Instead of a nut be a fruit spiritually delicious,
It's good to talk the talk,
More pleasing to walk the walk,
If you keep your eyes on God above,
Then how can you not know love.
I fall short every day and God knows it. We often complain and we judge others but we have no right. It was Jesus who suffered and wore the thorns so that we might be saved and love one another without condemnation.
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At least we know now
What we did not know then.
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
romy Jul 2020
crimson roses for breakfast
glass of wine adorned with thorns
stems wrangled around my figure
scaled petals as my skin
Cox Jul 2020
Rose in a upright-full pose,
wear your thorns as your clothes.
Sun ruthless,
soil dry.
There really is no ‘good’ guy.
Be patient, be kind.
Another will pick you as they come by...
Manpreet Gill Jul 2020
Focused ahead
My view isn’t rear
In my own lane
Hitting the top gear
Widows rolled all the way up
What these bystanders talk?
I don’t hear
Hands on the wheel
I am ready to steer

Worldly opinions aren’t my concern
My stories cause lives to burn
No flowers but thorns
like the asparagus fern

If food is loyalty
then I believe world is fasting
If life is ***
then my enemies aren’t long-lasting
I can see through their lies
They don’t stand my sight
like a deer in the headlights

I am going through phases
like the gibbous moon
Hanging low at six
Overhead at nine
I am rising and shining
With the changing times!
Kairosclere Jun 2020
I was afraid
To let go
Of the solace of thorns
Let the
Temptation
Of soft flowers
Pierce me.
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