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Rose Life Poems | Life Poems About Rose

These Rose Life poems are examples of Life poems about Rose. These are the best examples of Rose Life poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Free verse |

Winter's Rose

white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
     stroked by cracks
            wrinkles that have weathered life
                 skin once firmly packed sags

in the mirror a figure she doesn’t recognize
    but she laughs
          budding spring beauty
               summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless evenings

restless rebellion came with fall
     withering, yearning

but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
     resignation, acceptance of a life well-lived
               a spirit that will never die

winter’s rose smiles, prepares for eternal life


*Entry for Gail's "Inspirational" poems contest
by Carolyn Devonshire


Details | Quatrain |

Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)


Details | Narrative |

How a Blue Rose Came to be

Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely -  red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.

She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be  Queen; 
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.

Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon  her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping,  like a willow tree.


Then the sky begin  to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As  tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that  Irish rose, 
As she disappeared beneath the earth, there in his grief below 
                                          
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In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply  - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.

                                  ~~~~~

The years and all their seasons came and went
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent
Upon her grave where everyday he kneeled and prayed
And dreamed of her until his dying day.  


		~~~~

The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone   
That still stands alone   upon her grave
Where from the million tears of love he gave
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.

 
 Written:  June 18, 2010

Note:  To late for the contest,
but I thought I would post it anyway. 










Details | Free verse |

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


Details | Pantoum |

Rose Whisperer

The rose is enlightened by the dawn’s light Gorgeous in kind, every scent is still there Gardener spends hours working on their might Direct line to the floral realm she cares Gorgeous in kind, every scent is still there An approach used from many years ago Direct line to the floral realm she cares A kind of psychic beyond the real flow An approach used from many years ago She has a perfect talent, yard worker A kind of psychic beyond the real flow A rose whisperer is her thunder She has a perfect talent, yard worker The whisper of her heart is fabulous A rose whisperer is her thunder She lives for the part that’s harmonious The whisper of the heart is fabulous Gardener spends hours working on their might She lives for the part that’s harmonious The rose is enlightened by the dawn’s light Russell Sivey


Details | Dramatic monologue |

The Sounds of a Rose


The Red Rose speaks softly
          with velvety smoothness, it beckons me
          come, hear my song of gladness
          as I sing a lullaby

The Yellow Rose has a sound of authority
          beware the thorns of life as you are
          pricked by unforeseen events
          tread carefully lest you stumble and fall

The Pink Rose is the rose of love shared
          it sighs gently like a lover caressed
          it glistens with dewdrops like tears of bliss
          and seeks to be lovingly cared for

The White Rose is the symbol of purity
          its voice is that of compassion
          as it pleads with all who see it
          be ye kind one to another

The Black Rose speaks in tones of finality
          as it coaxes one on their death bed
          come to me on your journey to eternity
          where will you spend it is his question

Embrace the sounds of the rose
          when each comes your way
          let them engulf you in their special manner
          yes, embrace the sounds of the rose


Details | I do not know? |

~A Crimson Rose II~

'Crashing'....Into the rocks....

I stare, until a light mist

Gathers itself within my eyes

I gance to my left, towards the cove

A sailboat sailing, just beyond an empty shore

I peer, I stare, but, 'She' is not there

I resend my sight....

Her bluest, of alluring blue eyes

Heavenly eyes~Her timeless glow!

Wearing a flowered sundress

Her shining, and flowing auburn hair

Standing there ~

I beam, as I gently ring the chimes

Those, that she did once fashion

Forever there, now by my side

Dolphines and butterflies

Her favorite flower....'A Crimson Rose' ~

I then set my coffee down

And, gather them within my hand

I think, I shall keep the top up, today 

It is, kind of cold....

"Can we dear, can we"

Peter Gabriel ~

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Driving down a coastal road

On a grey and cloudy, seaside day

Somber silence, as I look toward the west

The oceans breaks, as I glance upon its edge....

Gazing, beyond its horizon, and beyond all time ~

Turning back ahead, and into the rear view mirror

A tiny heart, red, and her golden cross!

A tear from the corner of my eye, falls, as I arrive

I slowly pull up, park, and once again, get out

Across the solemn ground

That I have crossed before, I walk

I quietly and humbly kneel down

As I run my fingers, through her glistening hair....

"Hello my love," I say, as I lay them tenderly

Before 'Her Eyes!'~

There, for her grace to see~'Her Beauty!'

I carefully arrange them, my heart bleeding inside

As I remove the old~"And there you are, 'My Dear!'"

I then stand, and I hold her close....

Kissing the perfectness, of her wonderous lips!

And I whisper, "always," into her everlasting soul ~

"Forever 'My Love,' forever!"

A bright gleaming as I look unto the sky

And then, I close my eyes....

"In your eyes, the light the heat, I am complete"

"Can we dear, can we"

She giggles, as I hand her an eternal

And neverending promise, once again, within  

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~A Crimson Rose~


Details | Free verse |

The prettiest rose unfurls

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Its fragrant silken form
I hold in my mind
A memory or thought
Of each tender moment
I have graciously shared with you

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Releasing its natural beauty
To an awe-inspired world
I hold in my heart
A love that grows evermore deeply
Despite thinking I’ve given my all

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Till it blooms in radiant glory
I give you everything I am
Protect you and cherish you
Knowing I am the luckiest
Most blessed person in the world

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
After which blooms wither and fall away
I remember how much you 
Need to know daily you’re cherished
By someone who loves you more
Than words can ever express

You are as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
My love my life my future


Details | Rhyme |

The Black and the Red Rose

Scarlet red rose
Flower for my wife
My pillar of strength
Partner for life
 
But the other side of me
Is the rose in satin black
Part of the man i am
The side i sadly lack
 
I can walk in through the door
And kiss my loving wife
I can say i worked late
The other side of my life
 
While my wife's at home
I am driving in other towns
Picking up the ladies
In the back seat, settle them down
 
Showing no remorse
This black rose i wear
If she ever found out
Heart rendering tear
 
Arriving home usually late
My loving wife in anxious wait
Met with a kiss, i internally cry
To do this to her, i ask myself Why?



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life.php


Details | Pantoum |

Too Late to Leave

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                                ...The sun rose again the next morning
                                and since then, the days pile up and wait
                                I'm longing to leave too...maybe I'm gone
                                hope is dead and life goes on without me

                                And since then, the days pile up and wait
                                for a return that I know won't be
                                Hope is dead and life goes on without me
                                ignoring the pain of her infinite absence

                                For a return that I know won't be
                                I'm longing to leave too...maybe I'm gone			                 Ignoring the pain of her infinite absence
                                ...the sun rose again the next morning



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