A black rose blooms under the sun
In a garden with all the pretty red ones
Blessed with thorns a-one too many
While the others hardly had any
A man walking past the garden said
“Is that rose alive or dead?
Does it even matter though?
Why was he born? Would God even know?
Or would he?”
Hey, black rose. You’re as good as a dead man would be to me
…
The black rose wished he was in some other land
Where other black roses would call him a friend
And sometimes he wished he was all alone
The whole world, then, could be called his home
Everyone told him that he must change his skin
If he were to fit in their rosy team
He must change and mend his ways
Or be prepared for harder days
As they foresee
Hey, black rose. You’re as good as a dead man would be to me
…
He never listened to anyone and went ahead and led a lonely life
Pain and sorrow sought him like a butcher seeks his knife
While the red roses led jolly lives and had a merry time
And they grew up quick and strong. Happiness was their crime
They said they cared about him, as it goes
Even though he wore a black sheep’s clothes
But he refused to believe their words, as it went
The odds were changing each and every moment
Daily
Hey, black rose. You’re as good as a dead man would be to me
…
Now, on some terrible lonely night
He did see his final light
He went back out just as he had came
Lived in misery, died in shame
And then at the heaven’s gate
He found out that he was a little too late
The gates had been tightly shut
Only the doors of hell await
For him and for me
Hey, black rose. You’re as good as a dead man would be to me
Sad story, I was cheering for the black rose…:)
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Yes. Can’t help it
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Fine lines of writing, my friend. Perfect work. 👏
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Thanks
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I didnt unerstand the end? Why would he go to hell? It was sad 😦
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I guess he deserved it
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I disagree. It wasn’t it’s fault that it weren’t like the rest. There is a beauty in being the odd one out i guess.
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And there is also a price to be paid for being the odd one out
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Yeah there is.. but it deserved better 😦
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Maybe Hell would keep him warm
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Lovely, the Black Rose is unique and like all things seen as different gets mocked, but what a sad faite not even entry into heaven to take a special place.
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Hell would love him
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? there is no love in hell.
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Haha
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Masterpiece yet again.Keep rocking:)
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Thank you so much for saying this
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Who cares hell or heaven , live life fully
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Yes. Indeed
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Very well written. Black Rose -we endure our present ,brave our surroundings and survive.Sadly it eclipses our future.
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True. Thanks for that
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Sad ending… well done!
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Thanks
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You’re welcome
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Take care. Have a nice day
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Thank you.Do have wonderful day!
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Lovely
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Thank you
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Unexpected ending. Got too involved with your words. Sad and touching with a pinch of helplessness.
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Oh…. thanks for liking it
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Awesome.. Awesome.. And innumerably awesome….
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Wow. Thank you so much
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As a teenager, I loved black roses, or any dead ones. My room had dried up flowers all around it.
I’d forgotten about that time, so Thank You for posting this. I yearn for the nostalgic.
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You are welcome. Have a nice day
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You have such a talent for poetry. I appreciate your writing.
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Thank you for your kind words
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Oh, tragedy! I was hoping for some kind of good ending for the black rose.
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Hehe. Life ain’t always about happy endings
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I know. Isn’t that a sad truth. But one can always hope against hope. 🙂
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Yes we can and we must
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Nice work! I see that the world also is unfavorable to roses that have an off color, or a dull color, have dirt on them, look wilted (exhausted), and have imperfections. That is many.
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True. Thanks for your comment
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A very sentimental poem. Unlike the fairy tales, your ending sounds like the broadway show “Into the Woods” that give unconventional ending to several fairy tales.
I have been doing gardening for years and have books on roses. I always want to see a black rose, or black roses. As for life, I taught for 15 years before entering school administration for another 10. My first student I referred to for GATE (Gifted and Talented Education) was a student from Jamaica. Then all of her sisters were also in the GATE program. Since it runs in the family, the last sister didn’t have to be tested to get into the program! It takes effort, faith, believe, persistent, and attitude to go against the odds. My favorite quote is here for you ponder:
“The longer I love, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company…a church….a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past…we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude…I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you…we are in charge of our attitudes.”
― Charles R. Swindoll
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Hey, nice to meet you. Thank you for your words
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You are welcome. Take your time to go through the twist and turns. Like all plants, grow where the sun draws them. I feel like I was growing toward the sun also until I came out of the wood. Visit a couple of my blog posts such as “5th year in remission” https://theshowersofblessing.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/remission-5th-year-anniversary/, and “New Normal.” https://theshowersofblessing.wordpress.com/2016/08/01/new-normal/. Will remember you. Hope for the best in your days to come.
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Thanks for this
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You’rewelcome
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Take care. And have a nice day
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Thank you. I had a semi rough day, but I got through it. Tomorrow will be a better day.:-)
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And tomorrow starts today
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I like it. 🙂
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So let tomorrow start now
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I like it even better. It started. 🙂
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Hehe. Have a nice day. And take care
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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Always welcome 🙂
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Take care. And have a nice day
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Thanks
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You are always welcome 😀
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Take care, my friend.
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The black rose is the prettiest one // For black soaks up all the sun.
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Hey, nice. Thanks
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I actually thought it would end in favor of the dark rose, nevertheless still a beautiful writing
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Thanks. And it would have been quite unfair if it had ended in favour of the black rose
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how could it not have been fair? (Just asking, i hope you don’t mind)
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Poetic injustice? Hehe
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