I Never Promised You A Rose Garden

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden short poem

Photo by geezaweezer

I won’t forget the times when I made roundish letters
in blue-black ink
as if I were crushing blackberries
perfumed and wild
and in the eyes of that man by chance
it was always the same Toulouse-Lautrec painting
with my watery-blue dress
like a cloud in the armchair covered in calico fabric
the color of rose petals freezing
in late November
with his checkered hat thrown
accidentally over my raincoat
I wondered too much
why he squeezed the whole sun between his teeth
while laughing
I continued to write about my dreams
like white dead pigeons
my lord
with the heart shielded between wings

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

I am from Romania, I write poems and haiku and sometimes I translate them into English. My poems and haiku were published in various e-zines or poetry journals and magazines in print in Romania or abroad. Poetry is for me like champagne poured in a mug. I discovered this site and I can say that I found many good poems here.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

1 Comment on "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden"

Notify of
avatar
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Shabeeh Kamoonpuri
Member

An awesome poem Dear Monica.well written.i loved it.Thanks for sharing.keep writing.

wpDiscuz

Things Are Never As They Seem

Things Are Never As They Seem long poem

Plain jane Jane is insane Band tees and sneakers Things are never as they seem She walks the walks Talks the talk To herself while walking down the street A strut in her step To her own beat There is

The Rape Of The Rose

The Rape Of The Rose short poem

The lanes of my heart will be straight when you’ll leave It will never turn back to those steps you left Neither it will hold on those strings you weaved Nor will it wait for the shadow you shed The

Tomorrow Never Dies!!!

Tomorrow Never Dies!!! long poem

Tomorrow is a better day Tomorrow is a greater day, Tomorrow never dies It lives back with smiles!!! As I unfathom into the misery of others, misery of the world As I unransom with truth the silence of the broken,

Never Mind

Never Mind short poem

Never mind He’s a cool cat, as a matter of fact And there ain’t no doubting how you feel about that. Whilst I am just a pig wallowing in the mud And I will never be good enough. She is

An Old Rose

An Old Rose long poem

When a rose turns old petals fall but the rose bud remains and its beauty and fragrance leaves a lasting impression in our minds Sure the beauty and fragrance of a rose lasts but briefly but the rose garden goes