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Array ( [sid] => 24241 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => In The Ashes of Roses [time] => 2003-10-02 09:35:00 [hometext] => My latest offering.... [bodytext] => And we lie in the Valley of Roses,
Enraptured with the love,
The love that our hearts have showed us,
Hearts more pure than a dove's.

To take thee away from me,
No power existed upon the blessed earth.
For star crossed lovers we be,
Of stars adjoined since birth.

The touch of the gentle silken petals,
Upon our nude and vulnerable flesh.
And with tenderness our hearts settle,
As our souls of love and lust would mesh.

And the roses would bloom in bleeding red,
And produce the sharpest thorns.
The razor thorns they would imbed,
To form upon thy noble brow, horns.

I brush thy horns from thy face,
With nary a thought to the notion.
A notion that could lay to waste,
My tender heart full of devotion.

Yet our union remained unshaken,
And this love remained profound.
But soon I was to be forsaken,
Left to mourn without a sound.

Our stars began to dim,
In the sky of darkness and of light.
For soon thou had left me for him,
And for his promised radiant might.

To reach down his hand,
And to pluck thee from the earth.
Leaving lonliness upon the land,
Bringing an end to our cheer and mirth.

The roses began to slowly die,
And wither away to ash and blood.
Thou left me with nary a sigh,
Sorrow sweeping me away in its flood.

The thorns remain to cut in feeding,
Something left that shows us.
And here I lie, naked and bleeding,
Within the ashes of the roses.

-Joey- [comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 48 [informant] => BlackRoses00 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
In The Ashes of Roses

Contributed by BlackRoses00 on Thursday, 2nd October 2003 @ 09:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



And we lie in the Valley of Roses,
Enraptured with the love,
The love that our hearts have showed us,
Hearts more pure than a dove's.

To take thee away from me,
No power existed upon the blessed earth.
For star crossed lovers we be,
Of stars adjoined since birth.

The touch of the gentle silken petals,
Upon our nude and vulnerable flesh.
And with tenderness our hearts settle,
As our souls of love and lust would mesh.

And the roses would bloom in bleeding red,
And produce the sharpest thorns.
The razor thorns they would imbed,
To form upon thy noble brow, horns.

I brush thy horns from thy face,
With nary a thought to the notion.
A notion that could lay to waste,
My tender heart full of devotion.

Yet our union remained unshaken,
And this love remained profound.
But soon I was to be forsaken,
Left to mourn without a sound.

Our stars began to dim,
In the sky of darkness and of light.
For soon thou had left me for him,
And for his promised radiant might.

To reach down his hand,
And to pluck thee from the earth.
Leaving lonliness upon the land,
Bringing an end to our cheer and mirth.

The roses began to slowly die,
And wither away to ash and blood.
Thou left me with nary a sigh,
Sorrow sweeping me away in its flood.

The thorns remain to cut in feeding,
Something left that shows us.
And here I lie, naked and bleeding,
Within the ashes of the roses.

-Joey-




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Re: In The Ashes of Roses (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Thursday, 2nd October 2003 @ 03:45:45 PM AEST
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Wow, gorgeous poem .... Jan


Re: In The Ashes of Roses (User Rating: 1 )
by lilch4ever on Thursday, 2nd October 2003 @ 04:49:58 PM AEST
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Lovely poem and very good. Nice write.




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