Poem

[wiufcaoltp]

No one laugh... I wrote this for Penny when she was mad at me today.



Little White Rose
By Nick------


Little white rose,
White like snow but warm,
Growing among flowers less beautiful,
Next to a river.

When the little rose would look in the river,
At her reflection,
She found flaws,
She found problems and wanted to change her petals,
She found them too white,
She wanted to change her stem,
She found it too soft,
She wanted to change her scent,
She found it too strong.

Everyone who passed would look,
There would be other flowers who would look,
And would say nothing out of envy,
As the pretty little white rose,
Would cry by the river.

People would travel over oceans to see the white rose,
And if they had to,
They would cross deserts,
And none approached her,
For dear of hurting her,
So she was admired by the world at a distance.

I feel sad for the white rose,
Most beautiful of the Earth’s creations,
Delicate,
Pure,
Ever so pure,
Fragrant and elegant,
But she cannot see herself as she is.

She is more bright than the sun that makes her grow,
And puts all of it’s warmth into her,
More free than the water that feeds her,
Softer than the gentle summer rains that shower her,
And more magnificent than any other flower,
Standing next to her.

They are different,
Plain,
Not uniquely pretty as she is.

I love the white rose.

[Penny]

Awww :) I love you, my baby!

This is the most beautiful poem you've ever written for me.

[Penny]

I hope that the reason why no one has made any comment on this beautiful poem yet is just that everyone thinks it's too personal... not that they don't like it! Because Nick is a genius, he writes the most touching poems, even if they're simple, they're wonderful *sighs happily* :rolleyes:

[scarlettchasingroses]

that was such a beautiful poem.....

i'm glad you shared it....

[Random_Zephyr]

wow! that almost made me cry. *sigh*:)

[Carnivore]

Great poem, Nick! Speaking of poetry, here is one that I wrote the other day:

"The Last Time"

Many days have passed
Since I last saw you
The last time we talked
I barely knew who I am now

Memories still exist
But I don't know how
The last time we spoke
I hadn't found my state of mind

The time has come at last
But I don't know what to say
On this beautiful day
You are just a thing of the past

Now I see you there
And I hold you tight
The last time is gone
Now we delight in our embrace

As we start to talk
I feel great disgrace
Can't face the last time
I want to face who we are now

I've found something at last
And I love what it will do
Both for me and for you
Forget all the things of the past

The last time is gone

[Penny]

That's a nice poem, Chris! :) I didn't know you wrote poetry...

[wiufcaoltp]

Yes Chris, that was lovely! I didn't know you wrote poetry either.

Thanks everyone, I'm glad you liked it. You're all too sweet.:)

[Carnivore]

Yeah, I write some poetry. I don't write it too often - maybe once every few days or so. But yes, when the spirit moves me, I feel that it is a far more sincere way of expressing myself than narrative writing could ever be. I try and make my poetry like songs, too. However, I've tried to make it somewhat unconventional in comparison to some songwriting. Most of my poems rhyme, but not in a "roses are red, violets are blue" type of way. I try to make them rhyme in different places other than every other line. I'm very influenced by Peter Gabriel and David Byrne in that respect.

[cerridwen]

why would anyone laugh? Quite a beautiful poem ;)