Faded Red Roses Poem by David Harris

Faded Red Roses

Rating: 5.0


She stood at the alter
A gown of white she did wear
With a bouquet of red roses
And blue ribbons in her hair
She waited for someone
Who was never to come

Tears leaked from her eyes
Across her cheeks did run
The bouquet of red roses
For her wedding day
Have all now faded
As time slipped away

Those faded red roses
She still holds in her hand
Years have come and gone
Waiting for this man
You’ll still find her
With tears in her eyes

As the hopes he’ll still come
Fade like the roses
Washed too much by the sun
Today she still waits all alone
Those faded red roses in her hand
Is now all that she owns

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

David! This is utterly heart-wrenching (and not an unfamiliar story) ... a wonderful penning. t x

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Alison Cassidy 24 February 2007

David, your faded red roses remind me of Mrs Haversham, abandonned on her wedding night and the inspiration for Dickens' sublime Great Expectations. Such a sad, poignant story - beautifully told. love, Allie xxxx

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mckenzie zellowa 13 July 2020

nice beatiful nice beatiful

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Andrew mark Wilkinson 07 March 2007

David... i think you had the ladys crying with this one...10

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Melvina Germain 27 February 2007

Ahh David this is heart-breaking, how terribly sad. I can picture the poor girl standing there with the tears welling up in her eyes and flowing down her face. The imagry is fantastic in this piece. I'm sitting in the church looking at her wishing I could help. You are a fabulous poet and I love the title. I just love that word 'Faded' another good one David. A big (10) from me. Now I must go back to bed.---Melvina---

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Pam Thomas 25 February 2007

We all are waiting it seems for something but some of us are just waiting on the pain to go away. I loved this poem, loved it David. Well done. Hugs Pam

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Linda Ori 25 February 2007

'As the hopes he'll still come fade like the roses' - a sad refrain, but one that is so familiar. How much time we waste waiting for something that never happens. Maybe tomorrow? To be stood up on your wedding day - the ultimate humiliation. Heart breaking read, David. Linda

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