For want of rose,
I bore the prick
For want of the scent
I pressed it upon
My love for the rose
Its color, its scent
Its beauty..
Beats the pain..
For want of fame
I ran, i swam
The pain was sweet
For want of love,
I bore the insult
For want of light
I bore the sun
For want of mirth
I stood in the rains
For want of success
I clung to my passion
I stood up, spoke out
Demanded
For want of joy, I gave it to others
I am living. Not surviving.
For want of the rose
I dared to pluck
For want of the rose
I dared the thorn.
Nice work, this poem carries its metaphors well and itβs message is clear. Thank you, Liam
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Thanks for the appreciation liam.
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My favorite poem of your works thus far. Loved it! It is absolutely lovely.π
Much love and abundance. Take good care.π€π
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Thank You karlien. Your appreciation inspires me.
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Superb and beautiful poem. For want of a Rose I dared the thorn.
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Thank You boundless for enjoying my poem.
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You are welcome.
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Loved the Idea behind this piece !
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Thanks dakshali
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Beautiful poem. Will a poem by any other verse be so beautiful? π
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Thank You chandu
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