I'm searching for a white rose
Among a sea of crimson red
That litter the field in countless throes
Looking for life among the dead
I see one withered black rose,
And one red with gleaming thorns,
But not a hint of white within the rows
Of both the old and the newborns
I stop and sit to take a rest,
Watching blue skies give into red,
Holding this hope within my breast
That I might find life among the dead
I have been searching all my life
As countless others did before me,
Searching for the truth among questions rife,
For a hint of white among a red sea
And forever I will search the field
Where the red roses thrive,
Hoping for the White Rose to yield
And help our souls to revive
A poem about that thing that all human beings seem to look for.
Very deep. Great poem! :3
I really like this... it makes me think about life
I'm glad it does...that's the point of being a poet, to make people think and feel. Thanks again for commenting!
beautiful! this is fantastic! Hey i did a pic of a white rose i painted red (kinda like in alice), but i'm taking long to post it. when i finally get it up, can i leave a link to this poem in teh description please? (blahhh sorry if i'm irritating you cuz all the comments i leave you are about photography... yeah i'm kinda one track minded *headdesk*)
XD Sure! And I don't mind your photography ramble, you're a great photographer!
*.* i love it
Your words are oil on canvass: a lovely, haunting, hopeful work. Well done!
this is so beautiful about believing in hope in hopeless world.
Thank you. Sometimes, believing in hope is all you can do, lest you slowly waste away.
You are welcome. hope can sometimes be excessive but that is what is so good about it.
This is gorgeous.