Milk White, Blood-Red

Gently as wind blows
Sways the beauty of the Milk White rose
Day and night that rose stays
Its beauty drawing people closer
Its thorns keeping them away
The rose stays here
As seasons pass it by
The petals have worn
As the wind made it fly
A single rose seed
Falls onto the ground
And the Milk White rose
Now dead
Gave birth safe and sound
To a rose of Blood Red

poem by Monina Furigay
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Missing Waves

Listen here
and listen well
to the story
I yearn to tell

About a girl
Around the age of three
Who rolled down a cliff
And into the sea

The girl grew a tail
and swam with the fishes
Living a fairytale,
she had no wishes

Except to return
to her family, which she
had left all alone
when she rolled to the sea.

[...] Read more

poem by Monina Furigay
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!