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The sky is one gigantic bowl of pink
turned upside down,
spilling soft rosy petals that peeked out
from beneath snow white billowed clouds
till - fully blossomed - they burst out.
Growing radiant at the edge of twilight,
they’ve scattered as rubescent streaks falling,
lush and luminescent, as we watch in solitude.
No parade this evening - just you and I aglow,
wishing for an eternity to be like this:
so splendidly in love. . .
in the pink.
for her, innocence, integrity, love, rose, snow, trust,
I think I know the Name of Purity,
It is Your Name -- it holds clear water well!
A Chalice carved almost to shattering,
A white rose, that alone, grows in the dell
With drops of ice adorning its still face
The warmth of heart that comes with falling snow
The few flakes that adorn your lashes, by grace
Delightful cold that creeps up from below
Loquacity that speaks only the Truth,
Amazed by every small, delightful thing
Ubiquitous praise and unbroken Youth
Right Trust, that gave your finger to the Ring
Inevitable Joy, and whispered Love
E'er faithful, that this all is from Above.
Submitted for: Standard Poetry Contest 175
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
If love could have a color, I suppose
it wouldn’t be just any common shade.
I’d name it for the colors of the rose.
In heaven’s hues this flower is arrayed!
From chaste love’s hush of pink to heady rush
that’s shown by cardinal or crimson red,
the rose reveals the grades of ardor’s blush
unto the time it’s thought that passion’s fled.
But in the tint of amaranth, the fire
endures; in purple deep it can transcend,
while yellow blooms in bliss that does not tire,
and white’s fidelity will have no end.
Though black the bud, a red will grow thereof.
By any other name, the rose is love.
The rose is definitely my favorite flower!
angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,
Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair
Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee
Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark
She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?
To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife
Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest
And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear
And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber
She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee
death, lost love, rose,
I shall nay know all the wonders - you hold
For all too soon the winds of winter blow
Scarlet petals withering in the snow
How cruel the breath that kills the velvet rose
Tears - that canst’ bear the thought of letting go
Forever frozen in this empty soul
A broken heart forever turned to stone
A broken stem left now to stand alone
Alas! I find that life is bitter-sweet
As I stand holding only memories
Of a rose blooming in the summer breeze
Here beneath this old weeping willow tree
Once I held the sweetest rose - ever born
Now – in my grief – I hold the bitter thorn.
Author: Elaine George
absence, allegory, beautiful, blue, creation, dark, inspirational, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, miss you, rose, sad love,
Winds may howl,
Wild animals growl,
The forest grows cold,
For I am lonesome and old
As the sun peaks through the clouds,
I hear your soft, young voice so loud!
And though you speak dead man's lines,
You speak them with majesty divine
As I am wrapped in my woe,
I only want you to know...
...that roses die black and violets lose blue,
But I will never die
And you know I love you!
life, love, nature,
She holds herself above the thorns of bitterness
So sharp and green with envy of her loveliness
As she trembles in the chill of winter’s breath
That stills the beating of her scarlet breast
As her petals fall like drops of blood
Upon the snowy mantle white
As beautiful in death
As she was the rose in life
introspection, love, seasonsheart, heart, love,
For you, my love, I’ll be a single rose
of crimson hue, and velvet to the touch.
So warm in contrast to your fallen snows,
yet yearning for the thrill of winter's clutch.
Soft petals form a heart so firm and true,
unyielding to the tempest of your reign,
and though a cold wind nurtures doubt in you,
such purity of love I could not feign.
Dilemmas of the soul so keenly felt.
Bestow my love? or must it stay a dream?
for if I warmed your heart 'twould surely melt
and I would lose you to the flowing stream.
And so, my love, this single rose I’ll hide
and keep the love I feel for you inside.
death, roses are red, true love,
HIS ROSE, HER DEATH
All she had wanted was a red, red rose,
That would quell the love of that handsome man,
Alas! The rose tree was in winter's throes,
Unable to birth a rose of her plan;
So she said she will sing the whole night long,
With her heart against the thorn of that tree,
"Love is greater than life", rang out her song,
As her life blood fashioned his love ruby;
Yet, when her heart burst out in pain thereof,
When the crimson petals slowly opened,
He was not there to see her die for love,
Nor did he feel that love with blood deepened;
"Trust me baby, this is love," her last breath,
He never found out his rose was her death.
jay del fierro
In morning's glory forms a dew
upon petals sweet,opened bloom
previous nights fevered mist
now greet the sun's golden kiss
Symbol of love rose's flower
from deep within' feelings shower
every hour of every day
we make it happen in every way...
flower, husband, i love you, love, marriage, rose, wedding,
On our wedding he gave a crystal rose
Flowering forever, enrobed in glass
Ballerina's grace in delicate pose
Guardianship of tradition, of class
Witness of first years, of paper, cotton
Commitment held, her thorns learn to forgive
Pain polished away, stains dimmed, forgotten
Like love immortal, death she will outlive
Ten years on, he presented me her twin
Silvery spring caught; his honor, my gift
For old promises kept, new ones begin
He is still my rock amid rivers swift
Two roses, bloom in space the heart allows
Two roses, as eternal as our vows.
angel, beautiful, beauty, flower, love, romantic, rose,
Dazzling golden beams
when I look into your eyes
dreams enchanting magic
Sparkling treasure gems
through sun smiling thoughts
Warm rays in her deep fingers
one touching light beaming
In your smile stands out
A rose blossoms heart of this soul
flowers so hot amazing beautiful
blooming embracing light
as your angel rays dances
outside this world with the heart
in each beat that pounds loving you
death, flower, lost love, metaphor, red, rose, sad love,
Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.
Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.
Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.
Written by Kelly Deschler October 23rd, 2014
introspection, lost love, love, music, sadlove,
Upon a deep blue rose, a scented song,
so delicate of harmony and sweet;
a melody, whose strains of love replete
I mused upon. To whom could it belong?
To claim such ballad ought have felt so wrong,
but I could ne’er its memory delete;
each note an echo in my own heart’s beat,
alluring me to drift and sing along.
Though how I wish I’d never found the rose
whose music stirred a restlessness in me;
where love once blossomed only sorrow grows
from searching for a love that cannot be,
and timelessly a tear-blue river flows
through heartache’s vale to discontentment’s sea.
fire, love, memory,
Each delicate thought
untouched and untamed
flickering a light
of beauty ingrained
For in a moment
minuet and unstained
reflect's a great love
where memories remain
Each delicate thought
behold the new day
yet forever shall stay
of crimson...of rose...of fire...of love...
angel, beauty, love, moon, rose, stars,
A moon smiling shines one golden glow
Holds my attention from far below
Ring around a rose her pearly white face
Brings to mind a love one's embrace
Inside dreaming Heaven's opens door
keys the lips kissing explore
Faraway treasure star falling wishes grace
Exploding emotions increases the heart's pace
Winking goodnight sweet angel holds
Forever and always until the bells toll
Co.written couplets by Liam Mc Daid +Seamus and Maria Mc Laughlin
I was wrong to think that roses would last forever
You brought them to me that day so long ago
My heart was captured by your boyish smile
You were not yet a man and that I didn't know
We made promises and our hearts were glad
But you were gone when life began to show its face
Now I'm left with only those dry and brittle roses
And memories of that time that I can not erase
Michael J. Falotico
I run my hands down your silk shoulders
till our hands are in each others.
As our bodies lightly touch,
these lips can only kiss.
I whisper softly
my only words,
I love you
by Michael J Falotico 2nd place in
"Poetic Art" contest by the Sweetheart
angel, beautiful, blessing, love, rainbow, romance, rose,
When I held the rose of you
Sweetest lavender began flooding through the veins
Melting into the soul's echo lovingly wrapped up
in cotton softness beholding treasures find
Sparkling diamond light shines silver lining footprints
with the dewdrops amazing gems crown perfection
Under a halo upon the mantel there grace sits
So beautiful and rare as the morning smiles
With colours drawn inwardly a special promise arches
upon an angel whom appears though the breath held light
Always and forever dressed as a dove purely angelic
Swept away breathless beyond space
absence, deep, depression, feelings, first love,
A Rose for my sadness
Is all I ask
Seal it with your kiss
And your magical spark.
A Rose for my sadness
Is all I need
With a glimpse of your smile
And sound of your heartbeat.
A Rose for my sadness
Is all you can give
To aglow the flame
And rekindle the love I keep
A Rose for my sadness
Will surely make me glad
It will erase all the longings
And ease the blunt pain.
A Rose for my sadness
Will bring your touch
Shower me with warmth
Missing you that much.
beautiful, beauty, flower, love, romantic, rose, sunshine,
Rose petals blossoming out from the heart softly silk
starbursts brightly sitting a regal flower kissed
By loving sunshine sweet glowing beauty dances
your delicate curling petals so beautiful
Like a butterfly's wings fluttering eyelids mist
engaged upon a glance sweet fragrance whispered dew
Embalmed by the perfume of such treasure found gift
it is here that an arrow of gold strikes home dear
sweet velvet corolla crumples fragile breathless
analogy, destiny, for her, inspirational love, love, relationship, wedding,
Why is a rose a symbol of love?
Is it the lushious velvety red color?
Is it the beautiful spiral the petals make?
Or is it the gestures that come with the rose?
Why are roses the common flower for Valentine's Day?
Is it perhaps the same in general?
My interpretation of the rose is quite deeper.
The stem being the point in time where we first connect The thorns being the obstacles we face together.
The lushious velvety red color being the happiness and color of our beaming faces on our wedding day.
And the beautiful swirling petals being the illustrious and amazing life we live together.
Carol Sunshine Brown
friendship, hope, life, love, rose, me, rose,
A delicate pink rose brings me a new voice
A bright red rose takes my breath away
A yellow rose melts my heart like no other
A white rose shows me the purity of life
A rose bouquet of peace to share with all
Entry into contest of Moses
New Contest: New or Old poems, Beautiful, 10 lines or less
2nd Place Winner
beauty, eulogy, flower, friendship, love, romantic, rose,
I love a lovely girl—a Flower
from the sun-baked land of Brazil;
ageless, she by clock's every hour
makes the time be perfectly still.
Though fair and gorgeously pretty,
she longs to be known and adored
for her heart and inward beauty,
where love is felt and richly stored.
She's queenly and wears a lush crown,
a regent who sits on my throne;
a Rose, she's praised and of renown
and prized for her rare grace alone.
Most gentle and mild and too kind
to know, she treats the poor with care
and gives alms to the lame and blind;
and for me always says a prayer.
lovesweet, rose, rose, sweet,
How long can love’s sweet rose lay in the wings,
quiescent, waiting for that tender cue
to open up her heart, dissolve all strings,
before she withers, dulled from absent dew?
In yearning for the warmth that closeness brings
to blush her skin with hints of crimson hue,
how long can love’s sweet rose lay in the wings,
quiescent, waiting for that tender cue?
From shaded canopy her essence sings
in soft soliloquy, songs to imbue
the soul who claims he longs to hold her true,
yet to familiar paths his heart still clings.
How long can love’s sweet rose lay in the wings?