{"id":126913,"date":"2023-09-02T09:13:25","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T13:13:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=126913"},"modified":"2023-09-02T09:13:25","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T13:13:25","slug":"blooded-rose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/blooded-rose\/","title":{"rendered":"Blooded Rose"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Planted the seeds of your love,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">in the dungeon of my heart,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">where nothing grows but pain, <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">and blooded rose of regrets;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">singing a melody of dismay <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">with the fragrance of anguish.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">It bloom, i bleed mentally and physically.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">My nose could cry a river in blood,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">and catarrh running down to my lips.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">My face is now a battle field, <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">covered with blood of a trembled heart;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">yearning for unadulterated affection.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Rejection wreck havoc in my ship,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">dragging me to the darkest cove,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">where I cries and drowned in distress.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">With no active compass to find my new rose,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">I\u2019m stuck between trying or crying;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Yes, flowers don\u2019t bloom in the concrete. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Planted the seeds of your love, in the dungeon of my heart, where nothing grows but pain, and blooded rose of regrets; singing a melody of dismay with the fragrance of anguish. It bloom, i bleed mentally and physically. My nose could cry a river&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5221,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[680],"class_list":["post-126913","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-poetrymarathon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126913","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5221"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=126913"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126913\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":127012,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126913\/revisions\/127012"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=126913"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=126913"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=126913"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}