Roses are Pink…
Of the faraway stars or the moon in the ponds,
Of the brilliant sun or the originally shaped clouds,
Of caramel puddings or a funny bunny,
Of divine interventions or sweetened honey,
Of unpredictable moves at the stock markets,
Of unhatched godzillas in oh-so neat baskets,
Of inspiration to excel and constantly grow,
Of secret dreams that none other will know,
Of wise cracks, that do indeed vex,
Of magic spells with no counter hex,
Of incorrigible crocodiles and smart alec alligators,
Of Poets of yore and two poetry readers,
Of Jabberwocky and other nonsensical rhyme,
Of busy schedules but relaxed weekend time,
Of flowers that are real and pillow fights that are not,
Of teachers who teach and are yet themselves taught,
These are strange things that are suddenly making sense,
These are things to be thankful for- now, and even hence.
very interesting, but I don’t agree with you
Idetrorce
LOL. Don’t agree on what???
Roses can also be ‘read…’
ok wasn’t going to write a poem
but as you so willingly showed of your skill
why should I not follow my will
and spill the words of my tongue
in reality these words wont make sense
but I hope in the end there’s a nice message
because time in this world is but short
why waste?
why not act in haste?
why not repent to Allah before its too late?
Ramadhans come and Ramadhans gone,
our stomachs stayed empty
but our spirits are still without shine
We lack intimacy with the divine.
until i lose the desire to be someone
in Gods eyes I will be no one.
Now be gone maj and leave this page alone.
but yes roses can also be read.