Rose & Thorn Poetry

I wrote this poem while I was waiting for my car to be fixed. I always carry a notepad for occasions like this. Boredom leads to creative things, in this case a poem. The Tree The tree so tall and stately, One forgets it waited so patiently. From its tiny days when it was born, When it grew out of tiny acorn, It waited while it grew to form. On rainy days or sunny warm, It persisted through it all. And then one day, it was so tall.

The Sleeping Dragon Inside my soul there sleeps A passionate fiend, A dragonous beast-- A heart that beats. The roaring, raging emotionality, Strong and dangerous brutality, I try to keep it at rest, Keep it subdued, Hidden and suppressed. The many feelings kept sleeping inside, You can’t see them, I’ve put them out of sight. All those bothersome emotions, In a morphed distorted beast. A dangerous and difficult task, To manage this monster with its vast array of teeth. Slowly breaking me down, From inside, these burning feelings. In weariness I fear this mayhem may get released. Oh that complicated compilation, Of all those tiresome emotions. I never know when it will awake, What disaster it will try to initiate. I can’t promise constraint when it finally breaks away. Without relent it seeks a way To let itself be freed. This seething dragon devising inside my head, I mustn’t listen to the trickery. For if these emotions are given credenc...