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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, nature,

The Rose Bowl

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.


Poem Details | by Andrew Fairchild |
Categories: for her, innocence, integrity, love, rose, snow, trust,

Sonnet 28 'I Think I Know the Name of Purity'

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.

2/11/2019

Submitted for:  Standard Poetry Contest 175

Sponsored by:  Brian Strand

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, rose,

By Any Other Name

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!

Poem Details | by Nina Hernandez |
Categories: angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,

The 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


Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: death, lost love, rose,

The Rose and the Thorn

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

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, allegory, beautiful, blue, creation, dark, inspirational, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, miss you, rose, sad love,

You Know I Love You

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!

Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: life, love, nature,

Rose

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

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Poem Details | by Sharon Tideswell |
Categories: introspection, love, seasonsheart, heart, love,

A Single Rose

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.


Poem Details | by Jo Daniel |
Categories: death, roses are red, true love,

His Rose, Her Death

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.

07/11/17

Poem Details | by jay del fierro |
Categories: love, passion,

A rose is not just a rose...

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...

Poem Details | by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: flower, husband, i love you, love, marriage, rose, wedding,

Two Roses

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.

8/01/18


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, flower, love, romantic, rose,

Holding always warm

Dazzling golden beams 
star spangling 
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 

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: death, flower, lost love, metaphor, red, rose, sad love,

Red Roses Fade To Black

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





Poem Details | by Sharon Tideswell |
Categories: introspection, lost love, love, music, sadlove,

A Blue Rose Sings

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.


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: fire, love, memory,

Of Crimson Of Rose Of Fire Of Love



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 evanescent fleeting yet forever shall stay of crimson...of rose...of fire...of love...

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beauty, love, moon, rose, stars,

Ringing True

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

Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: lost love,

A Brittle Rose





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

Poem Details | by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: dedication, love,

A Silk Rose

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
always
Rose.



by Michael J Falotico 2nd place in
"Poetic Art" contest by the Sweetheart

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beautiful, blessing, love, rainbow, romance, rose,

The blessing

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

Poem Details | by Alexander Kehl |
Categories: absence, deep, depression, feelings, first love,

A Rose For My Sadness

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.

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, flower, love, romantic, rose, sunshine,

Flowering beauty grows amongst thorns

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

Poem Details | by Caleb Calvo |
Categories: analogy, destiny, for her, inspirational love, love, relationship, wedding,

Lovely Rose

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.

Poem Details | by Carol Sunshine Brown |
Categories: friendship, hope, life, love, rose, me, rose,

Bouquet Of Peace

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

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: beauty, eulogy, flower, friendship, love, romantic, rose,

Adoring Lines to the Flower of Brazil

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.

Poem Details | by Sharon Tideswell |
Categories: lovesweet, rose, rose, sweet,

In the wings of love

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?