Who Crushed the Yellow Rose?
Tell me, who crushed the yellow rose…
she gave her heart to you to hold
and held yours like a precious song
which for you she quietly composed.
Why did you neglect her petals
and let the wind take what matters?
There is no other rose
who will love you with all her might…
no red, blue, pink or white
will ever hold your heart like she did,
yet, she was left in the cold rain
wondering if she’d ever be loved again.
Next time you see the yellow rose
pick her up, kiss her tender and hold her close.
Sure, you’ll find another one
in the garden of roses
but not like the one you let go
--the loveliest of them all.
-Bernadete vdw, '24
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Hello Bernadete...
You don't know what you have until it's gone?
Not very smart?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
That's right, smart bird. We need to give value and hold it tight. B
Brilliantly delivered Bernadete. There's a great tragedy in this abandonment of love and companionship. Whether this reflects the heart wrenched by the hand of another or the self inflicted loss of joy or hope.
Thank you Ian. You are the one who is giving words brilliantly delivered,
you got this spot on. This is what I was trying to convey. Much appreciated
you taking the time. Keep writing my friend, whatever comes out of your heart. B
Such a sad poem, the loss of love in the harsh forgotten.
Good words Nine Eleven. Well said!
Much appreciated you sharing your thoughts, always love receiving it.
Cheers, B
Thank you Greg for reading my little poem. Keep well Poet. B
an unrequited tribute to love and loss
Thank you Luana, it’s very nice of you. Much appreciated you coming here sharing your thoughts.
Bernadete
Lovely write!
John
Very nice
Your inner thoughts beautifully expressed as always B... you are always a pleasure to read x
In my mind, Yellow Rose is a pretty tender woman with a decent heart.
Seriously, I think we men here should understand how sad a woman feels when we drop and abandoned her like an empty can in the cafeteria. And later, karma comes for us with a Black Rose in a white dress.
May God help us all.
You said the most beautiful words here, Isaac. Petals of flowers spilled from your heart when you said that. You are a good man.