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Author Name: FreeSilkintears 10 Comments
Date Added: June 23, 2008 11:06:28 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The dying Red Rose
As my mind came to consciousness
and the dream of you drifted away,
I found a red rose dying alone
where your memory lay yesterday.
You were all that Love desired
every want, wish and more.
You burned my inward fire
burning a hole I can not ignore.
I long for the touch of your hand.
The sound of your sweet song.
I hear the slam of the door.
You and your Love are now gone.
So I lay by the dying red rose
knowing it needs company.
The red rose and I lay alone
caressing each other tenderly.
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Comment By: FreeMoonStar on June 12, 2010 03:48:55 AM Report
My but this was hauntingly beautiful! It felt so right.. The way your words came off the paper and straight into my thoughts that I could actually see that dying rose..


Oh this is def a keeper...


Moonie xx

Comment By: FreeJames Lagoski on July 17, 2009 02:38:43 AM Report
Dear Helen-
So I told the rose my story
Then my soul flooded with tear
As I told the dying rose
I can not live without her near

It was then that I noticed
A miracle before my eyes
The dying rose was taking color
From it's shades of deaths disguise

It said take me to this woman
For whom upon me you have cried
And for sparing me my life
Your souls will reunite inside

So I knealt before my lady
Handing her this single rose
And that day began the garden
Where our love now slowly grows

The dying rose just needed purpose

A reason to thrive and survive

And it helped us find the answer
To understanding why we're alive

Thank You!!!!
My wife and I got our own places on June 12th.
Tomorrow is our 25th annivesary.
It sounds sad but we already came to realize that although
we became a little lost, our love has the strength to regain the
things that made us one in heart and soul. This poem gave me the answer
to what it is I am going to do to make this anniversary what it should be.
At my new house I have a dying rose bush in the back yard-
It still has a few red roses trying very hard to survive-
I am going to pick the strongest one-
Then I am going to print out your portion and what emotion those words
allowed to release from my heart-
You see Helen, My wife knows that writing is who I am-
This is the first time I have been able to express from my soul since everything
started falling apart around us.
You can understand why when I say these words brought tears to my eyes.
I watered the dying red rose.
~May the Light of Shangri~La forever shine upon your path~

Best Wishes to You and Yours My Friend~

Comment By: FreeFLETCHER on December 1, 2008 11:43:27 AM Report
Heartfelt Expression to say the least.

You write with such feeling.



Comment By: FreeMary F. Charest on September 15, 2008 08:59:39 PM Report
Excellent poem.  Heartfelt and emotional.


Comment By: FreeGlata on July 11, 2008 06:53:12 PM Report
Beautiful, sad and powerful, Helen...Amazing work! An instant favorite.

Hugs to you!


Comment By: FreeAngel on July 7, 2008 01:42:51 PM Report
May the petals carress your heart and bring only happiness to you love. Strange as it sounds emptiness is replaced with happiness like a waterfall it will overflow for you


beautiful sad write hun. Much love

Comment By: FreeHenry M. on July 6, 2008 07:09:26 PM Report
A beautifully sad poem Helen, the sybolism hits the reader right in the gut! Henry
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on June 25, 2008 07:23:23 AM Report

So I lay by the dying red rose

knowing it needs company.
The red rose and I lay alone

caressing each other tenderly. ... How so well I understand this kind of pain... beautiful but so sad.. hugs ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on June 23, 2008 10:53:06 PM Report
Ahhh the poet and the rose...inseperable it seems. This is such a sad tale of love's end. The longing is torture. Fortunately when one door closes, another opens. Nicely expressed Helen. *hugz to you*



Comment By: FreeSteve on June 23, 2008 01:26:15 PM Report

A love poem with tender sadness.  The emotions carry the reader from line to line.  The harsh reality of romance.  Excellent poem.


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