Roses

Roses are red

But never blue

Mourn for the dead

Dripping with dew

“Seek not revenge”

They do not hear

Anger will tinge

How they appear

At times in gold

Sometimes in white

Knowledge is cold

Not always right

“Act not in ire”

They are as blind

Bruiser for hire

Twisted and lined

Drenched in yellow

Silver unseen

Hope a pillow

And thrill serene

“One step ahead”

They cannot tell

Those who had led

Already fell

Blushing magenta

And lavender

With a hint of

Ash and cinder

“I want it now”

They whine and stomp

They don’t know how

Nibble, not chomp

Roses are red

But never blue

What have I said

Crying on cue