Before you read this, I'll give you some background. I wrote this when I was in the 8th grade. I used to be really into writing poetry, because it was a great way for me to let things out and we did a lesson on poetry for a few weeks where I had a chance to work out the kinks in my style. This poem probably isn't the best that you've read, but it has a lot of meaning to me and I think that's what is important when it comes to writing, that it come from the heart. Anyway, while you read this, keep in mind...8th grade. lol
My advice to everyone,
From young to old and frail,
That love is not an easy thing
Its meaning may become stale
Love is a rose in a garden of weeds
Sometimes strangled by its surroundings
With different wants and needs
Its subjects smiling or frowning
The thorns become the hard times
The deeper the more they hurt
But the color keeps its beauty
And the smell brings bees to flirt
The vibrant beauty shines
For everyone to see
But eventually the petals darken
And the beauty starts to flee
The petals drop
The leaves will fall
And the love
Will soon die off
My advice to everyone,
From young to old and frail,
That love is not an easy thing
Its meaning may become stale
Love is a rose in a garden of weeds
Sometimes strangled by its surroundings
With different wants and needs
Its subjects smiling or frowning
The thorns become the hard times
The deeper the more they hurt
But the color keeps its beauty
And the smell brings bees to flirt
The vibrant beauty shines
For everyone to see
But eventually the petals darken
And the beauty starts to flee
The petals drop
The leaves will fall
And the love
Will soon die off