i know this sort of rips off tupacs
"rose that grew from concrete"
But i liked the idea of so much i had to write a poem around this concept. Its totally different from the original... and is based on a different subject... Hope you like it...
The Rose
The anfractuous pedicel of the new born rose,
Slowly depicting the path thru the times,
Telling a story as it grows,
Will it make it through the bitter weather?
Or will it slowly wilt and cease to live,
But still through the trials of adversity,
From the concrete this rarity still stands,
Proud and steady, each thorn emerges,
Each leaf unfolds,
Hoping one day to effloresce into
Something much more beautiful,
But what this rose can’t comprehend,
That she’s a miracle in the present,
Surviving this far, through the altercating wind and rain
Suffering the tortuous, modern day pain,
To be able to cherish the heat of Apollo’s rays,
The roots, entwined and embedded with the heart
Strings of others and now my very own,
Perduring her spirit is my only goal,
Gaining strength from the inamorata around,
Juxtaposed with a seraph, no difference would be found,
Both so intricate, and very much elegant,
Illustrative of both felicity and of sorrow
Without the other neither could exist
A benediction that cant be missed,
The rose that grew from concrete.
Peace out
xXHizzo.M40Xx
"rose that grew from concrete"
But i liked the idea of so much i had to write a poem around this concept. Its totally different from the original... and is based on a different subject... Hope you like it...
The Rose
The anfractuous pedicel of the new born rose,
Slowly depicting the path thru the times,
Telling a story as it grows,
Will it make it through the bitter weather?
Or will it slowly wilt and cease to live,
But still through the trials of adversity,
From the concrete this rarity still stands,
Proud and steady, each thorn emerges,
Each leaf unfolds,
Hoping one day to effloresce into
Something much more beautiful,
But what this rose can’t comprehend,
That she’s a miracle in the present,
Surviving this far, through the altercating wind and rain
Suffering the tortuous, modern day pain,
To be able to cherish the heat of Apollo’s rays,
The roots, entwined and embedded with the heart
Strings of others and now my very own,
Perduring her spirit is my only goal,
Gaining strength from the inamorata around,
Juxtaposed with a seraph, no difference would be found,
Both so intricate, and very much elegant,
Illustrative of both felicity and of sorrow
Without the other neither could exist
A benediction that cant be missed,
The rose that grew from concrete.
Peace out
xXHizzo.M40Xx