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The Special Rose

She sits and rocks, so gently back and forth
Her chin leaning heavily on her chest.
In her hands she cradles, one flat waxed rose
And sighs as pain is swelling in her breast.

Her long grey hair, now tied up in a bun
Is what I see when entering the room.
I helplessly watch, her tear drops flowing,
They look like dew, upon the lonely bloom.

Slowly she looks at a picture nearby,
A glimpse of a smile creases her face.
Granddad with her, stand on their wedding day
With red roses, and a dress of white lace.

After the wedding, she said with a smile,
I took this one rose and waxed it back then.
Granddad had laughed at me wondering why.
I said, for the special memories when…….

And now this old rose, I hold in my hand,
Precious memories kept in my drawer
I pull it out remembering the day
When granddad loved me, and I loved him more.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Contest: Encounters with Flowers 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

Details | Romanticism | |

A Rose In The Heather.

So still and beautiful lays the rose in the heather,
Lifeless and dying, given to bring you happiness,
So fragile is this rose laying in heather,
Slowly withering and drying, crumbling to a powder,
I look at you and see this rose ever fading,
Once growing, living, accenting its surroundings,
But now gone, plucked from the bush by one mans lust,
I could never compare you to this rose laying in the heather,
For your beauty surpasses its own,

So still and beautiful lays this rose in the heather,
Now dried cracking and dead, stored in a book to bring memories,
So weak and faded is this rose in yellowing heather,
Slowly falling apart as you touch the fragile petals,
I look at you and remember the flower when it faded,
That germinated and grew where I had sown its seed,
Now gone, plucked from the ground by one mans hope,
I would never compare you to this old heather and roses,
For its life was surpassed by yours,

Now I tell you I love you with cellophaned roses in heather,
Draining lifeless this dying confession of my dreaming,
This rose is more fragile then the first had I gave you,
But I could’t approach, my courage eroding at your sight,
I look at you now and see the love I sought inward,
Once alive and growing but only within lost confines of myself,
But never quite gone I hold this consuming fire close inside,
I could never combine your world with mine,
You always looked passed never noticing me,

Now I open my book that holds the first rose, wishing I gave it for the sake of 
Instead I hold a created memory that never came passing, 
That never could I fear,
I hold tight to the lie that through wonted silence I painted,     
But that chance for your love died with the first rose wrapped in heather.

Copyright © Charles Fuller

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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!

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

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

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

Details | Free verse | |

The Softness of a Country Rose for Mary Jo Hoose

A stranger lifted me up today
While I was lost in my own self-centered universe, 
Silently crying about nobody else reading, commenting or caring 
About anything I’ve said, 
Considering myself poetically dead.  

I’ve been more concerned with the encroaching materialistic  
Responsibilities, requirements and concerns of living 
Instead of turning my attentions outward towards others 
And lifting myself out of this whirl pool of self-pity 
Into the ocean of giving.    

When to my wondrous delight dark turned to light 
As out of seemingly nowhere a fellow poet spoke gently and composed: 
“Your poetry is like the softness of a country rose.”
And while I know not where she lives and breathes
This furtherance of feeling was shared with me:
“I too am blue as sky is gray and nothing more will do today
Except ethereal connections are how we poets play.”

I was more than moved, to say the least
How this gypsy out of cyber space 
Renewed my poetic vow:
To speak the truth simple, plain and clear 
As I know how.  
And how 
My words and hers connected 
Through the vacuum of space and time 
Is a story for another day and rhyme. 

Until then, I stand transformed  
By those few words she engendered – 
And would give anything to tell her   
How sweet and kind her words were rendered.          

Copyright © Terrell Martin

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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

Copyright © Nina Hernandez

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Holding a wilting red rose


I carried it on my lap all the way to you,
    The bus ride was so long, so long, Mom;
Lost in old memories of you and me, together, 
              I just looked out the window all the way.

                        Holding a wilting red rose ~

The gate of the cemetery creaked as usual,
     The path filled with many crumbling leaves;
Cool wind took my long raven hair blowing it back,
              I felt my tears falling as I neared your tomb.

                         Holding a wilting red rose ~

I stood for a long time with my eyes closed,
     The words carved in stone and in my heart;
Feeling the pride of a daughter for a wonderful Mom,
                I fell to my knees weeping for what is lost.

                           Holding a wilting red rose ~

Then at last I rose and dried the forever tears,
    I touched the words carved  on your cold tomb;
And retraced my steps down the path, closing the gate,
                I boarded the bus and was soon lost in thought.

                             Holding a wilting red rose ~

                                            . . . . . still

May 11, 2014



Copyright © Broken Wings

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in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay

*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*

Copyright © Rashana King

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Healing a bleeding rose

A soul weeps in flesh for the pain I left behind.
 I am sorry for the pain,the tears, I left for you to bear. 
These healing words I send with a bumble bee to heal a bleeding rose. 
These napkin like words I pray can wipe your tears and snotty nose.
 I was young and naive,I cherished my pride instead of your heart . 
There the coldest winter did start. 
If it makes you happy I disposed of the mistress. 
Who faded in long lost memory of shadowed kisses.
 No,no,no I am sorry for writing that,
its a poets bold habit of honesty,
but in writing this I thought i should be honest and honest I shall be.I apologize for leaving your emotions suppressed,unknown and ostracized. 
Yes, I know the ocean swollen with your tears,the angels descended on a bloody battle field to  hear your cry.I hope you can summons them again and reconsider the report to the almighty farther. 
If I could write this apology in the eye of the sky I would,for my remorse to be seen , a once foolish human being .Your heart I didn't mean to decay. I apologize for the lies, cries,for making you eat sadly all those ice creams and soggy apple pies,from absorbing tears fallen from yours eyes. Left to wonder in the vastness of the universe alone. I am sorry also sorry for the smudged ink and some of the lines. I cried along with them, imaging your painful times.

Yours truly Elliott Bowe 
To:Simone Descartes

Copyright © Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT

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The Salted Leaf

Crystal sapphirine salted leaf,
The forlorn friend of aqua rose.
Memories of ages, only the leaf knows.
Bright blue tears of eternal grief.
The wedding bands confirm our love.
Passion, ardent affection for life.
I and Lenore forever my wife,
Beautiful as a pure white dove.
The eye of the rose reflects all,
You see the past in a single glance.
The aqua rose: Lenore, did me enhance.
Away she flew, to kingdom hall.
Why? Did she die; I do not know.
Answers in the blue crystal salt,
Sapphirine leaf will sorrow halt.
I eat the leaf for status quo,
My heartbeat quickens, then a smile.
Lenore, my wife doth call me hither.
Aqua rose begins to wither.
The saga must continue.

HGarvey Daniel Esquire

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire

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Misguided by a Rose

Darkest, sweetest, blackest rose,
so deep and so inspired.
Your blinding beauty comforts me,
No effort is required.

I fell within your dreamy trance,
I become quite delerious.
But your black petals start to dance,
sweet rose oh so mysterious.

Rose, why must you trick the hurt,
With your wonderous deciet.
You make the exit look so right,
You guide the loste one's feet.

You taunt us thirst weak ones,
Make death look like a well.
You only wish to burn us up,
You send us straight to hell.

Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben

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With Him goes a Rose

It was only a few days
On their barren soil
Through a doorway he went
So many lives now spoiled

An explosive device
Plastic in design
Could never be detected
Now a life resigns
The regimental medic
Rushes to his aid
To stem his internal bleeding
Through his eyes he fades

His lifeless soul lies lonely
As he is gently stretchered away
Where he will be flown back home
To where the angels play

In honoured ceremony
As he is carried to his carriage
On the tarmac awaits
His fiance, without marriage

In the chapel of rest
She stands in a tear laden pose
Her tribute to her lost one
With him goes a Rose

For tomorrow she will awake
A new day in her life
As she remembers her love
Who would have made her his wife

Copyright © James Fraser

Details | I do not know? | |

Every rose has its thorn

For every time we take a breath
And every time we stop to rest,
To look around at all that grows
Embracing all the love that flows.

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn

For every tear of sorrow we weep
The new day of thousands in forgotten sleep,
Unhinged the heart of one more soul
For King or Queen or eternal goal.

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn

The last of the tommys lays his wreath
For next time he may lye beneath,
Reunited with friends separated long ago
To re-live the highest high and the lowest low.

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn

For every rose
For every thorn
For every darkness
Unveils a new morn

Copyright © Claire Heslop

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The Black Rose

I can't go on
The noise in my head
Futures bleak
Tomorrow i dread
Please come and see me
And I'll open my heart
Talk me through
And we will make a new start.
As quick as i could
The journey was made
As i opened the door
On the table was laid
An envelope,
Bearing my name
On the out side
It read.
I knew you would come
Thank you my dear
Your a wonderful man
Year after year
Inside, there's a letter
Written by me
I have decided,
What my futures to be
Don't be shocked
It's where i want to be
But don't worry
I'll be close to thee.
I open the letter
And unfold it out
It's totally blank
My life's without
I sit down stunned
My world apart
Making plans with my girl
For our new start
Hours pass like minutes
As sirens wail
A train has stopped
On the Northern Line rail
From her window i see
Her car all crushed
People turning away
In sickened rush
As i look at the letter
Blank as new
Our future decided
From that window view.

Copyright © James Fraser

Details | Quatrain | |

A Daydream

My fingertips lightly travel
down these worn piano keys,
the memories now unravel
as I hear your favorite melodies.

I reminisce within my writing
about a time that used to be,
when your arms were so inviting
and they would hold only me.

The quiet whispers on the breeze
the first kisses that were soft,
we sat underneath the willow trees,
as my heart then sailed aloft.

I can still smell the roses, red
their petals pressed upon the page,
where your old promises lie dead
they have not withered with age.

I am daydreaming of the past
when our love seemed to be true,
a relationship that will not last
but, back then we never knew.

Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "A Daydream"

Based on the painting. "A Daydream" by Sir Edward John Poynter

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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For the love of Princess Rose

For the love of Princess Rose.

Way back in the darkest times
There lived a wondrous Knight
He had blue eyes, and a handsome face
And his mind was very bright
He lived for goodness, his ideals
Were the highest in the land
And everybody loved this knight
They thought him mighty grand.

He shrunk from no one in the land
He’d fought ten dragons too
As he vied for the love of Princess Rose
Oh, he loved her so true
Yet she was loved by another knight
And so they had to fight
That was the way in those dark days
It was considered right

A tournament it was arranged
And the two men faced each other
Both swore that until the end
They would never love another
The fight was on, as Rose, she watched
The man she loved so much
Fight a man she could not bear
Who her heart did not touch.

Now Don, he was the Knight of choice
He fought like a blessed demon
He was not an evil man
Yet he was filled with Venom
And when the fight was over with
Her knight of choice did win
As love did conquer everything
And the princess married him.

13 August 2013 1147hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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The Rose, A Questionku

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                                      o      O                        sorrows                    $orrow$
                          o      o                                     drew                    $orrow$
                         o             o                              the veil                 o<>
                      o   o      o            O                                              o<>o
                    o  o    o  o      o                         from their eyes,   <>o
                   o o  o                o         O                     /             o
                  o o  o           o                                     /
                 o          o                             O          Died
               o  o   o                                             The
               o  o                  o                           Rose
             o  o                                                 /
             o                                                  from
                               o                              their
              o                                              blows
                                                           O  and   o O   Oo  
                   o                                 O         the    o O  O  O
                                                  O              hail      o  Oo  O  
  Pearls are pouring,                   O                     !        o O  OO  
                                             O                      in        o O  OO 
                                             O                     their  o  O  OO
  Like dew on The Rose:              O                 lies    o  O.Oo
  Who's hailing her sorrows?                O        O      O   O

Copyright © Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday

Details | Free verse | |

The Aqua Rose

Deep in the Caribbean coral reef;
A bright blue rose, one salted leaf.
The stem has strength of ancient gods.
The roots of time have not withered
Her petals of truth grow strong with age
Her story unfolds from a watery cage
Her stamen: the history of man.
I knew her well, Aqua, my wife.
No longer seen with mortal eye,
You don't hear her sobs: her cry
No sweet hello's, no fond good-bye.
Memories of undying love.
Floating serenely in waters blue
The hottest sunshine filtered through.
The Aqua Rose is my love true.
Her watery grave shall be redeemed.
Long before Aqua was a rose;
She was innocence, personified
She was mine and I was hers
Soon we shall share Eternity.
  Inspired by Catie Lindsey's Contest " Tending the Sprouts "
 My First POEM  Dedicated to my Beloved L E N O R E
  "Aqua Rose" was Written August 29, 1971 4  days After LENORE left me for "Glory"
Inspired by the Contest "Why oh Why?" Sponsored By "Constance~A Rambling Poet"
   In Lovig Memory of My Beloved Wife "Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson"
From the Heart of "Harry Daniel Johnson" - AKA - HGarvey Daniel Esquire

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire

Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski

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Rose Hips Lady

Rose hips lady
Your field is ripe
Bury my torn body
In that rain-soaked night

Taste those sweet confessions
On your baby breath
Lift this wounded flag
Into your burning nest

Oh, yes, I will
I will

Rose hips lady
Your field is ripe
Bury my torn body
In that rain-soaked night

Tame the roaring tiger
Never lets you rest
Take my last reward 
From your moonlit breasts

Oh, yes, I will
I will

Daddy’s gone hunting 
He’s gone away
Daddy’s gone hunting
Won’t be back for days

Left you with a lover
Makes a shrine 
Of your skin

Left you with a lover
Takes you down
Roads of sin

Left you all alone 

And the knots cut deep
Through the musk and flesh
Of hot regret
And the love you need
It’s a shadow
Never lets you rest

You release the Beast
From a well that’s wet
You will confess
That the love you need
It’s a shadow
Never lets you rest

Rose hips lady

Copyright © Catman Cohen

Details | Light Poetry | |

When I grow old

I will grow old
I tremble in the cold
None to care
I have nothing to fear...

But my love is alive
Though I strive
Beautiful roses to pluck
Yet I am stuck..

I grow old with wrinkle
Yet I will kinker
You will always remain in my mind
This is how you will find...

Copyright © Surajit Dahal

Details | Lyric | |

Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013

There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone

Copyright © Brandon Carter

Details | Rhyme royal | |

Dreams - An iota of Hope

A poem based on relationship…”A girl in her own dreams” 
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare :)

DREAMS - An Iota of HOPE 

“Waked up 7 :00 am in the morning..
saw my beauteous dreams transforming..
ohh yeah..with a drowsiness yawning..
Suddenly I found myself refreshing.
Excitedly Gone near by emblazoned window..
Fearfully Viewed a gloomy shadow..
Suddenly he smiled at me through haze of smoke..
Like a fantastic sizzling coke..
Soothing music on its full swing ..
Like a glittering diamond in the ring..
He ought to give me red rose..
On his bended knees he bows..
He tickled on my pierced nose..
With which I got glaciatedly froze..
Like a tempting dark fantasy chocolate melting in the mouth..
We strongly decided and took a royalistic oath..
He Embraced his hand on my shoulders..
Which Got intact like file and folders…
Like the moon  shines in the sparkling night..
Enduringly felt to hug him so tight..
Dazzling  Eyes immersed  in each other..
Tuned together like a romantic lover..
Every nerve of  us conjoined together..
Because the love lasted forever..forever…

Suddenly a glimpse of sun came and shattered all my zestful dreams..
“”Ohhhh.. ohhhh No..Not again. Not again. No more illustrations. No one can dwell my heart like you. Please come back. No more dreams please..””

 Yep this feeling arised at once and will be still till our last breathe. Lasting forever. Just forever..
 We trapped in each other’s heart and now no one dare to break our love-life’s part.. Apart..

Love is the essence of life and it is measured not by the count of breathe we take..but by the moments we share together till our last breathe..

Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog. Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare

Details | Romanticism | |

Love needs Two Hearts

Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.

Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.

If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.

Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Rhyme | |

Death by Beauty

A smile moves across her lips
She gazes at her crime
A scar across her flesh and soul
To haunt her for all time
She’ll waste away for all she cares
Never stops to use her brain
Doesn’t care about the ones who are close
All she cares about is pain

She wants to be what the others expect of her
Doesn’t care about the self-respect for her
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Can’t she see what all she has got

Never to go back again
She feels the world is at an end
She will never show her grief
Although she’ll cry in empty streetS

She’d sooner live like a desolate mole
Living in fear in an empty hole
Screaming silent wails alone
Content to live in her mental home

A final tear falls from her eye
It hits the ground, it’s followed by
A beautiful body, mutated by hate
A kind word could have stopped it, but it is too late
One two many bricks in the wall in her mind
Molding her demise because her heart was blind
This self conscious being could never have won
For she was destroyed by the beautiful ones

She wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t respect herself
In the end, she managed only to wreck herself
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Little did she know, she had all she had sought

Copyright © Jacob Dufour

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On Receiving a Rose

The rose you presented on parting, my dear
This elegant gift adorns my coat collar
The fragrance it gives is of perfume you wear
Elegant like your dress are its petals in color

Piercing like your eyes it appears in looks
In your hand it shined like a star of hope
Soothing like love my heart it hooks
It ties my soul with aroma’s rope

It takes me to valleys of memories profound
The chirping of birds on a bright morning
Of enchanting symphony, of music, of sound
Clouds, rainbow and breeze of spring

Hundreds of captivating gone by days
Thousands of unspoken words, phrases
Looks and charms in overflowing measure
Vividly manifested on my coat collar

Copyright © Mohammad Yamin

Details | Free verse | |

The rebirth of beauty

A rose peals amidst a gloomy fog.
The fall of rosy red peddles guided down
streams of tears, dyed red with blood. 
Separated peddles wish to amalgamate again.
A naked stem full of thorns, beneath the moons loom.
A rose once crowned with a red flourishing 
bulb of pulchritude. Lugubrious peddles blown
in the fierce balmy winds. Staining the air with
vibrant red notes of sadness. Spread
 abroad this torn beauty, drifting in the balmy winds.
The arid autumn leaves becalm the rose
peddles and says, true beauty is the rebirth of beauty lost

Copyright © Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT

Details | Free verse | |

Loves regrets

As pure as a frozen waterfall 
Dissolving in spring
My winter heart melted at your touch 
I gave you my all 
I sparkled like effervescent water

My youth blossomed 
Like springs dawning 
Filled with light and joy
My soul I dedicated to you
I bled for you

Like a red, red rose unfolds its bud
At the warmth of the sun
I longed for your embrace 
Your ardent advances-
Your deep kisses reached my depths
Unveiling me – I yielded all

Your hands held my heart
So tenderly - at first
Your love grew me
I so yearned for you
My one and only - true love 

Until your longing for me 
Turned to lust-I wasn’t enough 
To gorge your appetite
You became like a darkened well
That couldn’t be filled

You grew bitter and discontent
Enraged you grabbed and destroyed-
You tore to pieces the very love you craved
Crushing it beneath your sullied feet

I lay bruised and tattered by your abuse
There is nothing left in this broken heart-
Are you satisfied? Is your longing quelled?
Look at what is left of my beauty 
You once called, your noble, red, red rose 

© Brenda V Northeast 25th Jan. 2012

Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast

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Winter Rose

The cold is coming on 
the wind is moaning high above
the frozen days are long,
let's build a fire, my love

When winter's gone
will you still keep me warm?
When dark skies clear, 
will you leave with the storm?

Outside, our noses freeze
a chill comes whistling through
in drifts up to our knees,
hot when I look at you

When winter's gone,
will you still linger on?
As spring arrives then
where will you be found?

The snow floats gently down
each white lace flake unique
There's no one else around
and we've no need to speak

The sky holds icy stars
that gleam against the crystal blue
the city lights are far
and I'm closer to you

When winter's gone,
will memories stay long?
When icy streams thaw,
will I be alone?

Copyright © Kate Ginsberg

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deeply, the last rose

deeply, the last rose inhales for a final breath farewell her perfume

Copyright © Edward McCormick