Watching from
Afar I see
A sight that
Brings a smile
To me.
~
A young man stands
With red roses
In his hands
In the middle
Of a lighted path.
~
He waits for his love
To appear
With anticipation
To draw her near
And shield her
From the cold draft.
~
But nothing is
As it seems to be
My daydreams
Are not reality!
~
Why must I
Over-romanticize?
My heart
Should be chastised
For playing such
Foolish tricks
On me!
~
Those roses that
The young man holds
Are meant to be bought
And meant to be sold
And not meant to be
Given so freely.
Author’s Note: A poem I wrote about a young man I saw at a holiday festival holding roses. At first I thought the rose in his hand was a romantic gesture but I later found out he was actually selling them.
Photo By: Old Shoe Woman
About Jeanette Brown:
Jeanette is from California. She loves writing and mainly writes lyrics and poems.
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Nice Work Jeanette!
Wonderful poem – so visual and touching – it could be song or a film!
Loved it!
I like your poem! It’s cute.
Lovely!!!
Awesome work
hmm…very nice, very nice. i like the inspirational story behind it
awesome poem!!
Hahaha awesome poem
Brings me right back to my travels, watching the vendor masses, stumbling toward similar realizations. Love the poem—closing lines in particular.
Amazing!!!! Keep them coming!!!
I loved your peom.
This should be turned into a song.