Mark R Slaughter


First Rose - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

A heart of youthful year was yearning,
Crying out the pain; the burning
Tears would e’er remain until
An answer from the man would see them die.

A sympathetic mirror blessed her –
Softened up the curves, caressed her
Skin to help regain a calm –
Assuage a heaving breast and blushing eye.

And through a struggling mind, a chiming:
Someone at the door; the timing
Perfect and exquisite in the
Reconciliation of her woes.

She took the oak to make the parting,
‘Here! ’ a presentation startling.
Drawing deep through radiant lips, she
Kissed her very dream: a crimson rose.



Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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Comments about First Rose by Mark R Slaughter

  • Rookie - 41 Points Ruby Honeytip (12/3/2012 9:38:00 AM)

    Just beautiful poetry: -) (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie innocent rose (10/21/2011 7:02:00 PM)

    that is so beautiful
    i love that poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011


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