I've seen some communities where nearly everybody is modest and loving. When I read this trenchant and disturbing poem, I first thought: "Maybe this person needs to get on a bus ... " but then I thought: "Maybe they already did!"
this is a very good poem, i love how you defined the rose as a person. It was almost like a story about the best part of beauty and that no one ever really notices true forms of it. I would definitly have to say that my most favorite parts are the 3rd and 5th stanzas
"knowing nothing of love or beauty
the weeds could not see him for his grace
they knew nothing of his splendour
or his calm and warm embrace"
"A diamond in a world of rocks
a rainbow amongst the grey
but instead of feeling vanity
he felt sorrow and dismay"
these parts are absolutly fantastic and the rhyming is super. It gives the reader a sense of how unique that beauty is.
Exellent job. Looking forword to seeing more poems about beauty and such. LOL there my favorite kinds.