Poem 14-Rose

@sumitrai100:
Last day of college,last chance to say
rose in his hand,eyes full of dream couldn't sway
she came,took,smiled,his love finally expressed
he hugged,kissed,cried,now nothing left unsaid.


@DMysticFille_ (erstwhile @SomyaSingh24):
From the deprived and the elite, He did pick
Amidst all the hurdles, their love arose.
Epitome of eternal love on that wondrous ship
Two peas in a pod, Jack and Rose.


@DanceEatRepeat:
A rose for her love
The memories lost and gone

A silent prayer on the lips

“Rest in peace” etched in stone

@sshweta93:

There were days of joy, when she bloomed uninhibited

There were times when she grieved; shriveled and wilted

Her life was a bed of roses, petals and thorns alike

But she had learnt to survive; to caper in the hope of light.

@kunalbaidmehta:

Whether its a poetry or a prose,

Everything looks beautiful when the subject is a rose.

No wonder it is the queen of flowers,

To see its serene beauty, wait for the showers.

@dark_gal:

I was flying to Canada,,

Dreams and baggage filled me

And as I made the mental check-in for my stuff,

I clenched my boarding pass as the rose fell to the ground

@IndianIdle:

He breathe the riffs, heart beat on the bass,

He swayed his head,he was a mad metalhead.

Then someone played guitar near his grave,

He become alive,rose from the dead

@noddingtoMusic:

it meant nothing to her,until that day

that red rose lay serene,and blocked her way

'twas left with a cryptic note that made her pout

"since you love puzzles,figure this one out"

@OhTeri_:

Her first rose; the first love and the ecstacy

few stolen kisses and some hugs in the rain

love stories; some end soon, some are not easy

all what remains; beautiful dried roses and heart full of pain!

@parekhit:

He died, it was a car accident.

Left behind was only his notepad.

She looked at it, flipping the pages while her mind froze.

The note pad was empty but only her picture and a red rose.

@Gods_Evangelos:

Not just a pice of silky petal it is so smooth,

The stroke it gives on the sight everytime on that street so cool,

Ocassions define its existence and not the vice versa,

but still it doesn't have that ego of being the "King of Flowers".

@TextuallyHorny:

Love, yet to conquer the past, it’s been ages...

Warm, tender, fragrant, those moments locked in arms.

Today, a dead dried rose between the pages,

blood stained at thorns, my love alms.