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[aid] => mick
[title] => This Peculiar Rose
[time] => 2015-02-11 04:25:39
[hometext] => A metaphorical poem for the girl of my courting focus, whose name happens to be Rose. :)
[bodytext] => Plants can grow in many a ways Just like the cultures of human-kind "The environment dictates" A saying tried and true For the environment determines A flower's shape and hue The colorings of its nourishment And its light to which it grows Soil is necessary, To build its own foundation Light is crucial, For the prospects of its food Various gases are important For the aiding of these things But what matters most next Is the nurturing thing of love And so these things, or even the lack thereof, Can be considered an environment As for how they so dictate, A plant's development as it grows I consider all these things When I examine a flower I take a glimpse into the past And see its life unfold I can see with this particular plant, It's grown in an environment amiss Lacking of some essential items To grow strong, in the common sense I see a rose, twisting over her self Her stemmed body curves to an extent Her leaves are up, to try and bask in the light While her floral face, hangs down in its fright Missing prickly thorns Were they removed or were they torn? Colors have now faded Not as bright and vivid as before The weeds that grew around her Have all been eaten or decayed I see the tiniest of feeding guests, And I gently brush them off This rose has been here, for quite some time Abandoned by the reach, of Sol's mighty sight I've come back to check upon my friend Over a span of several years There's something peculiar about this plant I feel uniquely drawn to it For some how, she holds an incredible resolve The environment unkind, its sins she absolves The stem she has formed, is now slightly soft Troubled and labored, supporting her craning head But the flower itself I can tilt, and face it now upright And it holds its own briefly, showing she still has some fight I can take this plant, and take it some place else To a loving environment, and to a loving home For her troubles that she's had here, are simply from the dark She's known this unforgiving home, for so far much too long [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 2 [informant] => xHeathenx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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