Poem: Flower In The Midst Of Thorns

Blogoratti November 16, 2009



Quote of the day:
The less their ability, the more their conceit.
-Ahad HaAm



This flower that grows.
Not deeply in the earth.
But alas steeply in concrete.
I should know.
I come across it daily..
I watch it struggle..

And i think just..maybe
I see the petals fall off.
For a flower life is also tough.

This flower that grows.
In the midst of thorns.
In the comfort of our homes.
Sleep through a new day, a new dawn.



Current Listen: Boyz II Men- Yesterday



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Blogoratti

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13 Comments

  1. Harry17 November 2009 at 18:45

    Hmmnn... For a weird reason.. i feel like a flower in the midst of thorns

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  2. The Author17 November 2009 at 18:49

    This flower. Could personify love or marriage or many other things. I wonder which it is...

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  3. Tatababe17 November 2009 at 20:28

    I like!

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  4. Shels17 November 2009 at 20:51

    wow.

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  5. Fabulo-la18 November 2009 at 04:47

    hmmmmmm.

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  6. Admin18 November 2009 at 10:26

    Nice one

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  7. Blogoratti18 November 2009 at 10:40

    @everyone: appreciate your comments.

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  8. AliceDCL18 November 2009 at 11:17

    i guess am a flower growing in concrete
    excelling against all odds

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  9. Blogoratti18 November 2009 at 12:05

    @BBB,yes you are. Never forget that :)

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  10. Myne18 November 2009 at 17:14

    Another beautiful quote and poem. B2M are also a fav band.

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  11. Rita21 November 2009 at 19:22

    The poems are simply beautiful...

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  12. Blogoratti22 November 2009 at 08:05

    @MW: Many thanks and hey glad you like..
    @Rita: Appreciate your dropping by.

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  13. Unknown24 November 2009 at 15:56

    @b'ratti
    don't know what it means
    but know i love the poem.
    Writing is a means of expression
    knowing i can't sing to save my life
    i write

    waddup!

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