Poem: One Dozen Roses
Hello there,
This blog formerly built to be my online notebook. Perhaps some of you will think of this as a useless work. Believe me, it's anything but useless. The simplest use of this blog is to be a reminder of all my notes I've ever made. You know, like people said, if your brain can't remember, maybe you fingers can.
Anyway, this is not one of my creation. These past months I love to reading fanfictions (now I'm reading Maximum Ride and Twilight fanfictions), and one day I found this lovely poem in the fic I read. The fanfic's title is the same as the poem's title: One Dozen Roses.
One Dozen Roses
by Angel Ren
Timeless perfection at its best
That naked Serenity hath undressed
A promise infolded in velvet prose,
The supple petal of the crimson rose
But a single stem alone is but a dream
As ephemeral as its very petals may deem
But roses in number far more than sole
Equate to meaning vastly untold
Each with a unique symbol true,
Not one less than ten and two.
One stands for brazen, bolded wit,
For which the norm is unequipped.
Another, a token of sweet virtue,
Blushing red for blushing true.
A third, a token of beauty divine,
Like the blazing stars do shine.
Compassion resonates within stem four,
And warmth the fifth does implore.
The sixth holds the modesty allure,
Charming chastity to be sure.
For each stem seven and eight,
Innocence and Selflessness permeate.
Nine holds the power of trust,
Sweet, naïve, but ever just.
Within the tenth righteousness burns,
Strong, powerful, as a soul yearns.
Intelligence is given to the rose eleven,
As wise and pure as an angel of heaven.
Twelve then takes the greatest of all,
Unrelenting courage and failure to fall.
Beneath attributes seemingly despaired,
Rest uncommon traits beyond compare.
Forget not the sin of superficiality:
Nothing compares to naive honesty.
Know naught that which appears to be,
See only that is.
Take naught that seems to fit because,
And see it as it should be.
Awwwe, can you understand it? I can't fully understand, since I'm not a poem writer myself, and seldom read that things. But even a amateur like me can see that this poem has a deep meaning flow in its words *shuddered*
Lucky Bella *sigh*
What I wont give for a romantic poem (and guy, lol) written special for me...
Labels: fiction
Hello there,
This blog formerly built to be my online notebook. Perhaps some of you will think of this as a useless work. Believe me, it's anything but useless. The simplest use of this blog is to be a reminder of all my notes I've ever made. You know, like people said, if your brain can't remember, maybe you fingers can.
Anyway, this is not one of my creation. These past months I love to reading fanfictions (now I'm reading Maximum Ride and Twilight fanfictions), and one day I found this lovely poem in the fic I read. The fanfic's title is the same as the poem's title: One Dozen Roses.
One Dozen Roses
by Angel Ren
Timeless perfection at its best
That naked Serenity hath undressed
A promise infolded in velvet prose,
The supple petal of the crimson rose
But a single stem alone is but a dream
As ephemeral as its very petals may deem
But roses in number far more than sole
Equate to meaning vastly untold
Each with a unique symbol true,
Not one less than ten and two.
One stands for brazen, bolded wit,
For which the norm is unequipped.
Another, a token of sweet virtue,
Blushing red for blushing true.
A third, a token of beauty divine,
Like the blazing stars do shine.
Compassion resonates within stem four,
And warmth the fifth does implore.
The sixth holds the modesty allure,
Charming chastity to be sure.
For each stem seven and eight,
Innocence and Selflessness permeate.
Nine holds the power of trust,
Sweet, naïve, but ever just.
Within the tenth righteousness burns,
Strong, powerful, as a soul yearns.
Intelligence is given to the rose eleven,
As wise and pure as an angel of heaven.
Twelve then takes the greatest of all,
Unrelenting courage and failure to fall.
Beneath attributes seemingly despaired,
Rest uncommon traits beyond compare.
Forget not the sin of superficiality:
Nothing compares to naive honesty.
Know naught that which appears to be,
See only that is.
Take naught that seems to fit because,
And see it as it should be.
Awwwe, can you understand it? I can't fully understand, since I'm not a poem writer myself, and seldom read that things. But even a amateur like me can see that this poem has a deep meaning flow in its words *shuddered*
Lucky Bella *sigh*
What I wont give for a romantic poem (and guy, lol) written special for me...
This blog formerly built to be my online notebook. Perhaps some of you will think of this as a useless work. Believe me, it's anything but useless. The simplest use of this blog is to be a reminder of all my notes I've ever made. You know, like people said, if your brain can't remember, maybe you fingers can.
Anyway, this is not one of my creation. These past months I love to reading fanfictions (now I'm reading Maximum Ride and Twilight fanfictions), and one day I found this lovely poem in the fic I read. The fanfic's title is the same as the poem's title: One Dozen Roses.
One Dozen Roses
by Angel Ren
Timeless perfection at its best
That naked Serenity hath undressed
A promise infolded in velvet prose,
The supple petal of the crimson rose
But a single stem alone is but a dream
As ephemeral as its very petals may deem
But roses in number far more than sole
Equate to meaning vastly untold
Each with a unique symbol true,
Not one less than ten and two.
One stands for brazen, bolded wit,
For which the norm is unequipped.
Another, a token of sweet virtue,
Blushing red for blushing true.
A third, a token of beauty divine,
Like the blazing stars do shine.
Compassion resonates within stem four,
And warmth the fifth does implore.
The sixth holds the modesty allure,
Charming chastity to be sure.
For each stem seven and eight,
Innocence and Selflessness permeate.
Nine holds the power of trust,
Sweet, naïve, but ever just.
Within the tenth righteousness burns,
Strong, powerful, as a soul yearns.
Intelligence is given to the rose eleven,
As wise and pure as an angel of heaven.
Twelve then takes the greatest of all,
Unrelenting courage and failure to fall.
Beneath attributes seemingly despaired,
Rest uncommon traits beyond compare.
Forget not the sin of superficiality:
Nothing compares to naive honesty.
Know naught that which appears to be,
See only that is.
Take naught that seems to fit because,
And see it as it should be.
Awwwe, can you understand it? I can't fully understand, since I'm not a poem writer myself, and seldom read that things. But even a amateur like me can see that this poem has a deep meaning flow in its words *shuddered*
Lucky Bella *sigh*
What I wont give for a romantic poem (and guy, lol) written special for me...
Labels: fiction
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