A Single Rose Poem by Nicole Glover

Roses, roses, roses in a vase,
Starved, as the petals drift all over the place.
Only days pass,
Now there's less than half.
Many dead flowers buried.

Roses, roses, roses in a vase,
Neglected, as the humans run and play chase.
The roses won't last;
They'll be a thing of the past.
What is that the dead bats carried?


A rose, a rose, a rose in a vase,
Was planted, as the humans stay at their place.
This rose in the grass,
A survivor, at last!
Taken care of and never forgotten.


A single rose in a garden,
Happy yet burdened.
All alone, its family dead.
All alone, on its flowerbed.
Shedding one last petal.


goodbye...