This Poem was Submitted By: Keith Robson On Date: 2004-11-07 18:17:07 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Blood and roses.

Red is the unconquered rose on the battlefield of man's destruction, to raise it's crimson head bringing beauty where none was before. Cloaked in the thorns of futility yet unbowed before the storm, such blood red glory stands where before, all had fallen. For all his craft in arts of war man will never match it, for this rose of true compassion will live for evermore.

Copyright © November 2004 Keith Robson

This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2004-12-05 13:52:46
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.53846
The red rose...and the poppy. I liked the line "cloaked..." Good one.I'm not sure if I agree with 'for all his craft in arts in war" line. I've never looked at war as a craft! Maybe their is some craft in blowing up people? I don't know. I don't know anything. I enjoyed this piece. Thanks for posting.

This Poem was Critiqued By: James Edward Schanne On Date: 2004-11-29 10:53:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.50000
You planted in my minds garden the picture of a rose bluming in the mists of battle, not because of but in spite of the brutalty surrounding it. Thanks for letting me read and comment.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2004-11-09 16:04:49
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Keith, Actually the root stalk on hybrid teas are from red roses. And even when the hybrid tea dies the red lives on. Red is the color of strength. And it will continue after man's destruction. Soon man will destroy themselves too.... unless something drastic happens to turn us around. match it/compasasion an interesting working rhyme. A good strong spirited poem! Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2004-11-09 07:33:36
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Red is the unconquered rose on the battlefield of man's destruction, to raise it's crimson head (My suggestion is change "to raise" to "raising" to keep the verb tense correct). bringing beauty where none was before. I like the position you put "the rose", as unconquered, and surely it's reputation throughout broken hearts, the mender of ills and the transmitter of passion, recognizes that fact. I wished to make the connection to the “battlefield of man’s destruction”. A metaphor of the battles of love, to the battles of warfare? That was the connection I embraced. Cloaked and unbowed, is a great image for those who wish to look that deep. Cloaked is the “rose” the “equalizer or conqueror” if you will, influencing the outcome clandestinely, probably knowing that should she be discovered the backlash would eliminate the possibility of victory, yet unbowed, as if there is a knowledge among those affected, that the rose is there, but they are unable to stop the influence. “for this rose of true compassion will live for evermore” Such an altruistic statement, and I wonder at the validity, but, I too have felt the thorns and realize that whether the rose scores the back of the hand, there remains the rose, who is worth the venture. An excellent piece. thank you for sharing!!
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2004-11-07 19:18:36
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Dear Keith, You have written a very poignant piece - war is futile in my opinion, and no one ever seems to come out the winner. I like the ideation of the rose - the visual of it raising it's head - it's significance beauty among nothing else. I like how you associated the rose with compassion - a lacking quality in our world, more and more. I've come to the conclusion that the majority of todays people have omitted compassion from their vocabulary and live numb to some of the tragic parts of life we all know exist. This was a good poem. I'm glad I took the opportunity to read it. Sincerely, DeniMari
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