Happiness Is Not a Tended Rose
|Happiness is not a tended rose|
Amid the prescient beauty of a garden:
Perhaps one senses soon some gate may close;
Perhaps one senses soon the earth will harden.
Years come and go like waves upon a shore,
Violent or peaceful with the wind.
After one has given up on more,
Love waits within the heart, its passion thinned.
Even in a passage void of light,
Nether windings black with rage and grief,
There are waters sweet with lost delight
In which one finds a strong, serene belief.
No happiness can overcome life's pain
Except one love, and love give life again.
|i love your words! they are so deep and heart felt. you have a way of mystifying the reader just by your choice of words that pulls them into the poems..........|
|Name: Z AKA Salata||2005-06-10|
|Wow, your poem is beautiful...you have a good choice of words and know what to say :)|
|Like a good Haiku...|
|Name: Platinum Dragoon||2005-07-01|
|You should think about becoming a full time poet, you are very adept at stringing together emotive words. Your words almost made me cry... i'm at breaking point at the moment. We need more poets like you nowadays. Cool! |
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