An old wooden fence~

With one lifeless rose~

Thorns protect it’s thrown.


Why does this vine of hate~

Hold this pale yellow rose so?


It did live once~

So beautiful with love.


Now just hanging there~

With out life~


For the wind~

To sweep it away.



Lisa J. Warner


Lisa Luv





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poetlorraine 7 years ago

your work is fabulous always extremely sad when i come to the end of the verse, and the pictures you choose are really beautiful

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Lisa Luv 7 years ago from Conneticut, USA Author

Thank You---poetlorraine ---this paticular poem I wrote when I was about 12 years old---I was a little even more mellow dramatic did that young gal go? Peace and pure love to you my dear.

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maven101 7 years ago from Northern Arizona

That young gal is still with us...written with emotional warmth and a mature depth much older and wiser than most 12 year old's...Lisa, you carry the same young, searching spirit in your present day poetry...Thank you for this, Larry

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Lisa Luv 7 years ago from Conneticut, USA Author

Thank You Larry & really good to hear from you my friend.

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Arthur Gulumian 7 years ago from Pasadena, CA

Interesting reflection on such a thing people would hardly notice. It's the understanding of the smallest details that makes poetry and art great =]. Nice work Lisa.

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