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The Bluest Rose

To one who stands alone my long gaze goes. How dignified she poses here, and quite unique and lovely is the bluest rose! Apart from where one very large bush grows so lush with other roses pink and bright, to one who stands alone my long gaze goes. Some lavender upon her petals shows its hue of dreams and mystical delight! Unique and lovely is the bluest rose. Above the bush of blues, when a breeze blows, She dwarfs them all, face lifting to the light. To one who stands alone my long gaze goes. The trials she has weathered, no one knows but I alone; I know her secret plight. Unique and lovely is the bluest rose. As purple streaks the sky, life’s fast pace slows, and day begins to drift into the night. To one who stands alone my long gaze goes. Unique and lovely is the bluest rose. Written June 13, 2016 for the Villanelle Me A Flower or Flowers - Poetry Contest of Broken Wings

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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A Red, Red Rose

I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
It is perfect; I pick it for my dear.
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.

There on his grave I stand where wild shrubs grew,
how can I ever stop even one tear?
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.

How the man had died I’d wish to pursue. 
Thinking of it my heart is full of fear
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.

God knew how much he played with his canoe.
Why did he have to paddle to the pier?
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.

Was it a freak wave that made him fall through?
Indeed the whole affair was rather queer.
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.

I kneel in prayer as if in a pew,
for now all are left without any cheer.
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.

Villanelle Me A Flower Contest
Sponsored By Broken Wings 06/18/2016
Placed 4

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

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The Ardent Rose

While holding frail roses close to the breast,
I think of a dawn, so perfect and fair,
ardent with sunlight and warm on the crest

I watched from the window, you were recessed,
deep in thorn bushes, gold in your hair,
while holding frail roses close to the breast

You seemed like a child, barefoot, at best,
pulling a weed, as the breeze stirred the air,
ardent with sunlight and warm on the crest

You looked to the sky, your thoughts off somewhere,
as if you knew time was fragile, at best, 
while holding frail roses close to the breast

I think you knew then, how moments, compressed
must fade like the rose, when autumn prepares,
ardent with sunlight and warm on the crest

I've learned through the years, how timeless and blessed
are keepsakes we hold, like roses, once pressed,
while holding frail roses close to my breast,
ardent with sunlight, and warm on the crest

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6/15/16
Contest: Villanelle Me A Flower or Flowers
Sponsor: Broken Wings

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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Midnight Rose

A single black rose as dark as midnight
Represents the pain of my broken heart
Even shadows are pale in the moonlight

Watch as the raven in the eve takes flight
With the moon a contrasting work of art
A single black rose as dark as midnight 

I wish on a star with all of my might
That a happy ending it might impart
Even shadows are pale in the moonlight 

The feeling in my chest is oh so tight
My lover refuses to play her part
A single black rose as dark as midnight

On pedestal I placed her of great height
I prayed nothing would tear us apart
Even shadows are pale in the moonlight

I know I must be a pathetic sight
For I was birthed to be doomed from the start
A single black rose as dark as midnight
Even shadows are pale in the moonlight


Written June 20th 2016 for Broken Wing's Villanele contest.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

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A Pretty Red Rose

My lover sent me a pretty red rose,
Knowing it is my favorite bloom. 
He is the most considerate of beaus.

I held it with its fragrance to my nose.
The lovely scent seemed to fill up the room.
My lover sent me a pretty red rose.

A slow sniff tingled me from head to toes.
Petals are perfect, there's no need to groom.
He is the most considerate of beaus.

I love the gorgeous flower that he chose.
It truly makes my lovesick heart go boom.
My lover sent me a pretty red rose.

I dream of him and rose when my eyes close.
My rose will comfort me when troubles loom
He is the most considerate of beaus.

I pinned it to the collar of my clothes,
The rose so red it penetrates the gloom.
My lover sent me a pretty red rose.
He is the most considerate of beaus.

Written 6/18/16

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016

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The petals that I know

Do I smell the perfume of the roses that grow
 Or revel in my coloured Haze
 What delights I find here amongst the petals that I know

I find a four leaf clover so
 A thorny rosebush can produce a crop to amaze
 Do I smell the perfume of the roses that grow

Heavenly scent mystery's that show
 Amongst your garden in a daze
 What delights I find here amongst the petals that I know

Anytime you want to pick or grow
 Pick up your hoe, mend your ways
 Smell the sweet nectar and honey that blow

Do you come to where the sweet flowers sow
 So as above So Below she says
 What delights I find here amongst the petals that I know
 Do I smell the perfume of the roses that grow

Copyright © Gail Lewis | Year Posted 2016

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An English Rose

An English Rose

My english rose a flower so devine. 
Gods inspiration sent down from up high
only ever matched when pretty girls smile

Pretty as a picture, precious, sublime
natures picture, perfect mona lisa
 My english rose a flower so devine
 
Silk flowers who's aroma is sublime
whos petals capture english summer time
 only ever matched when pretty girls smile

The classic symbol of  love undying
even the most beautiful girl would prize
 My english rose a flower so devine 

 A flower treasured by our kings and queens
a rose can say sweetest things,i love you
 only ever matched when pretty girls smile

the english rose inspires loves true desire   
 summers english rose true flower  power
 My english rose a flower so devine 
 only ever matched when pretty girls smile

Villanelle Me A Flower or Flowers - Poetry Contest
contest entry 09062016

Copyright © stephen pennell | Year Posted 2016

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The Mystic Rose


                                                    She's a rose in the garden of mystique             
                                                    A symbol of beauty and sacred things  
                                                    A vibrant red when everything is bleek 


                                                    Recall her as you journey and life seek  
                                                    And when the rosignol of love don't sing        
                                                    She's a rose in the garden of mystique   

                                                    She's the rising passion of youth in peek 
                                                    The starlet flower of lovers as she brings 
                                                    A vibrant red when everything is bleek  

                                                    An offering of friendship balm for the weak 
                                                    A boutonniere of genterie, ennobling 
                                                    She's a rose in the garden of mystique 

                                                    On duty she blooms for all who do seek 
                                                    Enjoy the virtue of her offering  
                                                    A vibrant red when everything is bleek  

                                                    She sometimes sits in vases with technique  
                                                    but for the most part, she is a wildling 
                                                    She's a rose in the garden of mystique  
                                                    A vibrant red when everything is bleek  



Contest Name: Villanelle On Flowers  
Sponsor: Broken Wings 
June 20, 2016

Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016

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Buorbon Rose

She blooms along the old stone wall,
the puissant scented Bourbon Rose,
intoxicating one and all.

Tenacious strength, green vines grown tall,
tender pink and thorns juxtapose,
she blooms, along the old stone wall.

Bountiful blush, sweet siren call
when soft summer breeze fragrant blows,
intoxicating one and all.

Upon the street pink petals fall
the path to paradise disclose,
she blooms along the old stone wall.

Delicate beauty fates enthrall,
to each a peaceful place transpose
intoxicating one and all.

Each blossom yearns, so sweet and small
where love’s magical beauty glows,
she blooms along the old stone wall
intoxicating one and all.

Copyright © Krow Fischer | Year Posted 2010

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Smoke And Roses Blow

Beyond the veil where daylight fears to go
Behind a swathe of heavy silken mist
The heady scents of smoke and roses blow

Along the paths that secret lovers know
Are wood and blossom tangled in a tryst
Beyond the veil where daylight fears to go

Within the subtle stream’s beribboned flow 
Whirl pools of love and darkness in a twist
The heady scents of smoke and roses blow

The sun sinks in to shadow smooth and slow
Through willing earth too wanton to resist
Beyond the veil where daylight fears to go

On perfumed air a drum beat, soft and low
In perfect time without a rhythm missed
The heady scents of smoke and roses blow

The wild in love the sacred orchards know
Who go to be by passion’s madness kissed
Beyond the veil where daylight fears to go
The heady scents of smoke and roses blow

© Gail Foster 2016

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

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The Scattered Petals of The Rose

What would be the reason, the path that they chose.
In the mind, that point of time, it seemed to be so right;
To walk upon the path of scattered petals of the rose.

New beginnings, wrapped in ribbons and tied with bows;
Veiled with lace and a dress of pearl beads, glisten white.
A dream fulfilled at  the end of the path that they chose.

People gather to witness in their garish clothes;
Seated in anticipation on wooden pews to view hearts in flight.
Watching as the path is scattered with petals of the rose.

Forever, forever is the hope of the vows, and that it grows.
To keep the inner embers glowing, no blinding light;
As not to wilt the scattered petals of the rose.

Challenges the  body, and soul and what they expose.
Always the truth, the need to be right or to be contrite;
Remembering always the reason it was the path they chose.

Not to give in to the intoxicated spite, the loneliness of night;
Viewing the self, reflective and truthful as moonlight.
Remembering always the reason it was path they chose;
To cherish always the path of the fragile petals of the rose.

Copyright © Jeanne Berger | Year Posted 2007

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The Celtic Rose - For Martina

I see the beauty of my Celtic rose,
she always stands at the heart of my light,
on my heart the light of her love she now shows.

In our dreams my desires she ever knows,
they are always the same, they shine so bright,
i see the beauty of my Celtic rose.

We shall ever now go where the wind blows,
carrying us far from anyone’s sight,
on my heart the light of her love she now shows.

The river of her Celtic fire it now flows,
merging with her love, she is a great delight,
i see the beauty of my Celtic rose.

In her dear life, whomever she betroves,
i shall smile down from my paradise above,
on my heart the light of her love she now shows.

Within the glorious love of our night,
i see the beauty of my Celtic rose.
I smile when i see your glory shine so bright,
on my heart the light of her love she now shows.


(The Celtic Rose Series.)

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016