by B-Miles Jackson
The thorny red rose,
How sweet the smell,
So beautiful,
From buds to blossom,
Day by day
Vines fuller,
Scenting the air,
Clinging always,
Red the color of love,
Be careful --
The thorny vine,
Stem twined,
Cut, only a perfect,
Red rose'll do,
A true gift love.
- Share this Poem:
ABOUT THE POET ~
Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.
Last updated April 19, 2015