When my roses smelled of blood
I thought it might be
The thorns doing that
Someone might’ve bled on it
Some or a few.
But the rose bathed in rain
Several times yet,
It smelled of blood in the morning.
Even tears of dew
Changed nothing in them.
I felt like the day
Being devoured by the night,
Felt like time stood still
Under my feet,
While the land slowly melted away.
Roses were never black and
Dirt never red.
So much war, so many lies
So many lives, turned to dust
And it’s the underground rivers of blood
That fed the roses, so
How can it not smell of blood,
And how can it not turn black.
My rose drank blood,
all night long
That’s why it smelled of blood
Everyday in the morning.
How can the things of heart
Turn to mind.
Why can’t they stop
Stop this fight
Because I liked my roses
When they smelled right.
.
.
© 05/01/2019 The Rendezvous Club
All Rights Reserved!
Beautiful
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Thank you!
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Wow!
Truly touching!💕
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Thank you so much!
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Heart warming..!! It’s beautiful.. 😇👌🏼👌🏼
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Thank youuuuuuuuuu Debi !
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😇😇
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Wow deep and beautiful
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Thank you so very much Shantanu!
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My absolute best pleasure dear Adithya
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Beautiful!💙
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💓 beautiful!
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Thank you so much dear!
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Woahhhhhhhh !! ❣️❣️
It Touched my left side of my heart 😉
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Oh great then 😉
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Touching!
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Thank you!
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Welcome
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Lovely. One more dark poem. Your rose is a vampire.
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Ha ha thank you Sunil !
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🙂
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Beautiful poem👌👌
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Thank you very much!
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That was so beautiful. You’re an amazing writer.💛
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Awwwwwwwww thank you so much Pallavi !
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💝
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Such a strong message delivered so beautifully. “Roses were never black and Dirt never red.” Amazing
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Thank you so very much!. I’m happy that you liked it.
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Of course I did and The pleasure was mine
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My rose drank blood..💝liked it Aditya
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Thank you Ammu ! I’m happy that you liked it.
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😊
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Beautiful poem nd the idea also great…… 👌👌
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Thank youuuuuuuuuu!
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Beautiful concept, loved it!
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Thank youuuuuuuuuu!
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Roses drinking blood through the night. It’s perhaps a bit romantic too! I really don’t know. The poet can say 😊
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Thank you dear friend
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You are welcome Adithya
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😢🌹👍😏
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Wow, deep and beautiful!!
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Thank you very much Kranti
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Always my pleasure 😊
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much!
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Wow! Amazing title and beautiful flow of emotions in the lovely cup of poem! Cheers🌹🌹🌹
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Thank youuuuuuuuuu
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Most welcome 🎄🎶🎄
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If you give it true love it will give you its regal worth but if you don’t the it’s a blood rose
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Yes true
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Beautiful!
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Thank youuuuuuuuuu!
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