The rose that grew on concrete
could have been just another seed
thrown probably on a random
without the intention of making it grow.
It landed on concrete;
an infertile soil
with no chance to germinate
yet the rose that grew on concrete
worked its way
against all odds to sprout
from toddler until a rose was born.
The rose that grew on concrete
could have been just another seed
thrown probably on a random
with no intention of watching it grow.
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Lord Emmanuel 
It’s interesting to see this point of view. I can’t say fore sure if I agree or not, but it is something I will think about now.
Beautiful piece- though not confined to roses alone- it cuts everywhere across.. wonderful.. xox
Distinct visually stark take on a familiar scene (dead flowers/concrete). (Humming Concrete Blonde’s “Roses Grow”.)
beautiful!
wow lordy…love the new blog….again you write another fantastic poem…you are so talented..well done my friend
Nice oneshot i think it’s my first time here but i enjoyed reading 🙂
a rose growing up through concrete–what a beautiful image. thanks for sharing this.
I watered the garden today! Nice poem.
very nice, a seed of hope springs forth…..
So beautiful, very well written! Lovely image as well. ~April 🙂
Roses have such a specific set of references so it sent me through the journey of my own symbols as well as the universal ones. I’m not sure, but think you may be British. I wonder if you meant it to symbolize the kingdom (UK) losing touch with its history and nature. Whatever, your many possible meanings, the poem seems to work on all levels. Well done. Thank you, Gay @beachanny
Really touching! Got me thinking in a really big way. The rarest rose is the one that blooms in the most unexpected of places. Very well written
deeper then it appears…I love it! 🙂
Which just goes to show you – gotta watch where you throw your seeds. Nice One Shot!
Wonderful one shot – a lot of depth here. Beautiful thoughts. It can be a struggle, but still, if we try, we might make our way. Lovely!
i love it – how the rose made their way – against all difficulties – that’s how we should apporach life…really liked this – great one shot!
love the reference to no intention of growing — we never know what will bloom in front of us….very nice one shot….bkm
Very cool imagery of the seed sprouting on concrete, the most inhospitable of places. The concern of the narrator being so focused on one small unexplained event (i.e. the seed and how it arrived) give the poem a good inner-strength that sends out a lot of emotion. Enjoyed reading your work, thanks for stopping by my site.
crb.
Awesome against all odds underdog victory tale! It is an inspiration.
Amazing work. Amazing theme. Very inspiring piece!
simply fabulous. if God decides a flower will bloom it will, no matter what.
Lovely poem…we are all roses growing in concrete, no?
Well done, Emmanual.
Lovely. And in an urban area…..any seed sprouting is a sign of hope and redemption.
Lady Nyo
This is nice…I was just reading Tupac’s poetry last night, a rose that grew from concrete 🙂
very deep, so profound – Wonderful 🙂
You actually spoke to my heart here…the rose that grew on concrete….very deep meaning in this for me Em…Wonderful and great for Oneshot!!! Hugs x
Yep, I was just like that seed, randomly thrown onto concrete, fell into a crack.
My seedling got caught in sandy mud, pushed under a sidewalk…and never came back!
Really a nice, thoughtful One Shot, Emm.
And some neat photos!
This is so deep. It could apply to so much in life. Excellent.
How sad it is to feel that no one is there to smell the rose… I enjoyed reading it…
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Life is random, and environs not conducive to growth, yet still there are instances of beauty that do emerge. Inspiring thoughts. Nice One Shot, Em!
she never realized the beauty she would exude in that concrete jungle.
Nice Em. I sure hope you give us a sample of your poetry for our competition
Moon hugs
ah but it overcame and grew and that says much more than the intentions behind its begining…nice one shot ibok!
In a random universe, anything can happen. Nice one.
Beautiful One Shot.
beautiful write..interesting topic..very well expressed ..great one shot!
A lovely poem. Much beauty comes from seeds tossed away carelessly – made me think of the Talmud quote: “Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, ‘Grow, grow.’”
I’m destined to grow on a fertile soil! Very inspiring!