a freshly grown rose
just into bloom
its beauty so radiant
but cursed to be lonely
and covered by thorns
so giant almost as big as horns
within its pedals is true love
sent from between hell and heaven
like a devil or maybe an angel above
-BB

nice to see someone new posting
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ya i just started writing on this website- BB
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I enjoyed it very much BB Keep up the good work. Here Is a secret for you.
Put the title where you wrote your poem. then write your poem in the comment box. you can write the whole thing or copy and paste from somewhere else. Hit return and the space bar and it will give you seperation. here is an example
The Rose

Each morning when from her slumber she arose
she would open her soft blue eyes and smile
Beside her on her pillow she would find a red rose
A sigh of pure love placed there by her husband.

A promise made long ago on they wedding day
To you my angel, I promise to you to always be true
It had lasted a life time through laughter and tears.
Ever problem was accented with a smile and I love you.

The pressures of the world would sometime try their love
But she knew that the rose would always be by her head
Then one cold December day, her love was called to up above
And the rose on her pillow was to be there no more.

For five more years she mourned the passing of her love
One morning a friend came to call and found her dead
In her hand an old love letter and a dried faded red rose,
and on her pillow a fresh red rose beside her head.

---RJ