#thorny
He’s pretty, he gleams like the fresh morning dew;
Often I picture myself waking up next to you.
But vines they invade those beautiful dreams;
Piercing my thoughts with thorns oh so sharp.
Because under that rose tinted facade,
Rests the roots of this bush, warped, gnarled, and odd.
So I guess what I mean to say;
But not in a mean way;
This rosebush needs pruning, my babe.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 3:11 PM UTC
I am lost
In the wilderness of my youth
I fight
with every ounce of my might
To keep the dark forest of desires away from haunting me
I try to flee
To the right path, I see
but thorny branches of nightmarish trees grab me so maliciously
And reach my heart
To pour some venom
I sink
Into a shuddering oblivion
The soulless devil invites me to his enmity
I refuse
As I hearken the sanity
My Lord had provided me
And I cling to it like ivy
Indeed, My Lord helped me to seek Him
Before the devil and the sinful hankerings sought me
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢
𝔉𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔫𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔐𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔤𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ'𝔪 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔢𝔰,
𝔐𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱,
𝔗𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢,
𝔉𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔦 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩,
𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡,
ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔬 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡,
ℑ'𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥,
ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔵 𝔟𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰,
𝔖𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔜𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢,
ℭ𝔬𝔟 𝔴𝔢𝔟𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔨 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰,
𝔄𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰,
ℑ 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔢!
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
She gave away the petals of love,
leaving the thorny stems behind.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
_You build your nest of pretty words,
Sly threads of verbiage,
Plucked from outworn phrases,
Secondhand sentiments and frayed metaphors.
A thorny simile, a faded pink ribbon,
Of rhetoric woven with silky streamers;
A warp and weft of fond and found,
Borrowed references and stolen verses.
You recycle the shining heart,
Of another’s penmanship,
Modelling it into a tarnished,
Uninspired and untitled composition
...OF YOUR OWN..._
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
Each wilted word that fell from those thorny lips only bred despair. but. those piercing lips and sharpened tongue
which mercilessly cut others down
also cut itself to shattered bits
every. single. time.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
you'll sense much friction
whence the ladies come into contact
they'll show an outer courtesy
toward each other
yet be privately thinking
I'm not fond of her
there's no love lost
no not at all
between them there's
a thorny wall
the forced pleasantries
are a dead give away
it's not hard for an interpreter
to see through the display
you'll wonder
who or what?
lies in the middle
of their stance
which doesn't fail
to catch the translator's
glance
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
Dandelion spirit, and a thorny rose fighter.
You can't go carelessly picking up flowers without expecting one to be a biter.
For every petal that wilts, you'll get a sting.
Prickly thorns clinging to every single thing.
Nature can be soft and sweet, but in every beautiful landscape there is a nearby guarding beast.
You cannot deceive flowers, for you are already deceived.
The petals sheild a warrior, and their sword is hungry to feed.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
I forgot when I
Plucked you
From the rose bush
You had thorns
The blood dripping
From my heart
Reminded me
You still hurt
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
A cactus he loved, all he saw was beauty in her,
the fascinating patterns,were engagingly intriguing,
she sought his thorns, to naturally reciprocate,
to love him, the way she always had known that art.
Never could she find, even one, however she tried,
thorns weren't his attraction, was she disappointed?
she had to learn love transactions, eliminating thorns,
then, everything in place had fallen one by one.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
Lonely thorns,
Have caressed me,
And pierced me.
With extended arms,
They reached out,
Felt me beneath the skin,
And felt the agony.
Then they bloomed,
Sparkling flowers,
Gifting me,
A bouquet of joy.
Watching me smile,
They rejoiced,
Danced around,
And I danced along.
The million arms,
Dug into me;
And my heart soared,
Reaching out,
Every pore,
Till I was,
A loving being,
And they,
Were the thorny me.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC