Here’s a Throw back poem I’ve managed to salvage I think it’s from 2010 if I’m not mistaken. Enjoy!
The Rose
By: James Revels III
Remember when I saw you?
I was walking through a garden,
Your smell and beauty attracted me,
It soothed my soul,
So I picked you up and planted you in my front lawn,
You were my most prized possession,
I loved you so much.
But remember when you gave me those glasses?
You know, the ones with the funny color?
I put on the glasses,
I remembered how I thought my sight was better,
How I thought you helped me see you better,
You loved me so much.
Then I tried to hold you,
But when I did you spat words that pierced like thorns,
You missed my heart and hit my soul,
Oh, how I suffered that day!
I wonder what happened to you,
I had loved you so much.
I remember how I wished you would wither and die,
Until I saw you again,
Sitting exactly where I left you,
But bigger and more beautiful than before,
The aroma of nostalgic feelings filled the air,
I took your glasses,
I set them at your roots and walked away.
As I walked a way I heard footsteps,
I turned around,
I saw a boy admiring you,
And by the look in his eyes
He loved you very much.
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Love this prose….you have a gift for bringing the reader full circle….
sorry for the late response but thanks for that extremely awesome compliment. :D
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Thanks for reblogging and helping spread my works to the world
lovely poetry. :)
Thank you very much :D
Very good poem, and well written.
Thanks :D
You’re welcome.
A Rose
Thorns planted by Thor
and Awe Thor Rit E is mine
A crown of thorns is for me
Formed and for med
I am X sell Lent
Suc Queue Lent
Pass over my Crown of Thorns
I am Tree mend US
Tremendous,
lacking me G you can only suffer
If Roses are Red
and blue blood is blue
it is true
that I am the light of the world
in Gene New Witty is G
Bring me my 4 horsemen
Bring me my crown of thorns
Bring me my masons
and pyramid builders
Bring me my Templar Knights
Where is my Pope
a footstool
in G new witty
ingenuity and Buy Allah G
I am here to teach you physics
and Scat Allah G
I have already made a ROSE
I died I Rose
Neither heaven nor hell
Could keep me away
Now bring me my thorns
and 10,000 Templar Knights
and an Armada
bearing gifts for my betrothed
The mother of God
Maria of Binan
An Augustinian Teacher
of Buy Allah G
Biology
A Rose
Christ has died
and Christ has ROSE
Absolutely love this!
hey! no taking my attention away from my works lol
oops! I know I can’t have the moment back, but if I could I would have posted a comment to your poem “The Rose”. I got all caught up in reading and reading and reading… lol
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Thanks for the reblog!
I think this is a powerfull blog with much interesting posts about this stuff. And i just wanna thank you for this. I’ll subscribe to your website to see if you post more stuff like these!
I don’t know why this ended up in the spam folder, but thanks for your support and ill try to keep the post up to your likings.
Compelling in its simplicity
This is beautiful! I love it!
That’s really lovely!!
Thank you :3 (kawaii voice) lol
Just visited and stayed for a minute or two ;-) … What you are doing here is called BEAUTY! I
Thank you very much! I greatly appreciate the praise. :D
Just visiting and ended up staying for a minute or two ;-). Seriously we like it … Excellent and very well written!
Thanks for taking the time to read my posts. I’m glad you enjoyed your stay :)
Great poem bro – only that we have different priorities. You are in love with the creation, and I love the creator. Not plugging my blog, yet wanted to say.
https://theijtema.wordpress.com/2012/09/23/jesus-christ-and-half-an-atom-worth-of-gods-love-brilliant-story/
Thank you :D also, I’m in love with both but unfortunately,it’s just the only way I can understand the creator is through creation.
You said it bro!
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Thanks for the re-blog its greatly appreciated
Thank you for visiting my blog. I love your work and I’m now following you and looking forward to getting to know your work more in-depth. Thank you again and have a wonderful day. Michele
Thank you and your welcome. Have a marvelous week.
Very nice. Thanks for stopping by my blog. Appreciate it.
Thanks and your welcome
I enjoyed this very much, especially the lines:
“The aroma of nostalgic feelings filled the air,
I took your glasses,
I set them at your roots and walked away”
(but really then whole poem is wonderful!)
I came here because you had ‘liked’ several of my blog posts/poems, (thanks very much, by the way) and I am so happy I did: I really appreciate your writing style. It appeals to me very much.
your welcome for the likes I’m also glad my work appeals to you, I hope you like the future works I post
Very nicely done
thank you
Leo, this is fabulous work…love the rose and garden and glasses …all tied to bring out the complexities in relationships. Good job!
I plan to return and read more…soon! thanks 4 stoppin by.
Thanks for taking the time and read and appreciate my work. I hope you enjoy my future post like you do this one.
Great post sir! First time to our blog and I like your style. Music and words are maybe the one last great adventure;)
Couldnt have said it better. Thanks for taking time to listen and read my workds.
Absolutely an amazing poem!!!!
Thanks :DDD
your muse…how beautiful…
I always wondered why our “muses” always seem to have that ability to just rip our souls out, stomp them into the ground…and inspire us simultaneously…
I guess it is all about balance…super inspiration and heart break…
Fucked up trade off if you ask me…(and even tho you technically didn’t…).
-me ; /
LOL thanks for the compliment. I’ve also wondered why heart break or any trying time is the cause of many great works of art…hmmm…maybe I might write about that in an upcoming post
Probably because we are raw and not in a position to hold back…or maybe it is our moment free from the influences of judgement. Maybe kinda like a two-year old throwing a fit in a store over whatever issue…they just don’t give a fk what other people think in that moment…and honestly, neither do I when I am in the heat of a passionate feeling (good or bad). lol
Enjoyed this! It reminds me a bit of the scene in The Little Prince with the rose. Thanks for visiting my blog.
I apologize for the late response but I’m glad you enjoyed my poem. I wish I saw the movie so i could understand the reference…to Youtube!! lol
Such powerful metaphor, and yet with some humour, as people draw parallels for their own lives, words and thoughts or even memories spill over. On common ground we can all stand, and look back at the beauty we have left behind. Yet this poem is a healer, don’t believe me, look closer.
Many thanks to L.R. for sharing this poem.
such a beautiful compliment. thanks for leaving such an exquisite comment and enjoying my poetry.
Within the rose lies the fragrance of poetry. Thank you for your encouraging “like” and for following my blog.
Beautiful poem, written in a very nice way. Thanks for following my blog!
Sweet! I loved it.
Thank you for visiting my blog – otherwise I may have never discovered yours! I love this poem. :))
Where did you find this quote!!!
Interesting. Wondered a bit at the glasses, and am reminded of how I see things myself, with rose coloured lenses. Hmmm mmm..I like how it ended :)
Thanks that is probably one of the favorite ending Ive ever wrote. thanks for taking time to read