There are many days in ones lifetime but the fact is
they wrap themselves into only four seasonal groups
Spring is the season of bloom, new beginnings new life
Plucky silk petals full of life, and so it is with youth
Racing hearts and strong young legs full of vigor
Idyllic dreams are born at the cusp of birthing pages
Natural beauty budding on grassy fields of valor
Gentle flowers own their power, so does newborn creed
Summer can be compared to the first day we open our eyes
Undilitued love pouring from every pore, yowling for life
Memories amass n' build up, one breath at a time
Maybe it's our way of going from cocoon to butterfly
Eager to learn we insip our minds and sponge up knowledge
Reaching in reaching out we grow into a wonderful being
Autumn approaches and whips our cheeks with wind
Underneath the dome of humanity, we show forth our colors
Tinting our lives with the many shades of our character
Undergoing transformations we begin to gray
Melding like a mature tree into the cycle of age
Nature becomes a trusting friend as we draw to a close
Winter can be compared to the white hairs of our crown
Impearled with wisdom we suddenly grow more pensive
Needling close to the hearth, we retell our stories
Those that usher quietude and those not so hushed
Energy diminishes and we find comfort in our afternoon naps
Regardless of misgivings, we begin to accept the inevitable
Soon it will be time to leave our niche and join forces with our maker
Perhaps we fear the unknown? Perhaps faith makes it sufficient? Who knows,
Regardless of our beliefs when we see a seedling our hopes soar
Inlacing our lives we reconnect with our true selves and make amends
Nethered below the ground our mortal bodies decay but not our souls
God sees to it that soul power is dispersed, and we become united with
There are many days in our lifetime but the fact is,
sooner or later we all need to go...
Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015
Red and white or pink and yellow too,
Orange, purple, two toned - even blue,
Scented petals, fragrant and divine:
Ev’ry rose was plucked to make her mine.
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2011
Muses sent via conquest.
You have your desire.
Squaddie of a definite stance
This you would deny.
Is it the way I interweave
Crusading my cause?
Rousing your intellect seem to be not that hard.
Ornery is a word I dare not apply.
So I enter your challenges with a purpose in mind.
Every gale I have partaken, I seem to always leave denied.
Mystic Rose, you are highly favored.
I like the ideals you compile.
So I will enter those that captures the signs of the times.
Penned January 30, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
B lindfolded he leads her down the hall,
A nticipation makes her start to giggle.
T here he lets her dress slide slipping to the floor,
H anding her a red rose he removes the blindfold.
F ascination shows in her excited face,
O ver the floor is a carpet of rose petals,
R ed candles have turned the washroom into a spa.
T he scent of perfumed water fills their senses,
W ater spills as he draws her into the tub.
O ne heart and one soul become one.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Regina Riddles Contest: Romantic Acrostic
1st place win
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
I'd like to dedicate this Acrostic to you.
Now you I appreciate, but here's a clue.
So journey with me to a place of pure bliss.
Answer my poetry, and I'll give you a poetic kiss!
Notice my creativity comes from mi corazon.
Enter heaven with me, and I'll never leave you alone!
Remember, love is the ultimate truth, all else is a lie.
Ordinarily it would take more that a woman's words to satisfy.
So unselfishly I give you a nice piece of me.
Eternally we will be, if you just follow the words in my poetry!
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011
Moments of reverie attached to silk ribbons of imagination
Yearning for the words that unloose beneath a tenebrae of light
Singing the glory of poetry with my pen in hand,
Truth be told, I wish to write poetry until I grow old
Inviting readers to enter into my world, I do my best to please
Caring, loving and understanding, I love sharing of myself through verse
Rose is the name I give myself, and I do have much to live up to
Onto the page I bequeath the scent of my soul power, "the words"
Slip through my memory un-page me, my hearts' an open cage
Everyone needs a sanctuary to reside in, and poetry is mine.
November 30, 2015
Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015
Mystic Rose ( Acostic )
M...Malice - is not in your heart.
Y...Young at heart - you are.
S...Silent - sometimes you have to be.
T...Teacher to many - you have been.
I...Imagine - all the good you can do.
C...Capricious - you are not.
R...Rose - a very dellecate flower - you are.
O...Observer - you always are.
S...Someone captured your heart.
E...Embrace life and be happy...
o4/10/2013 Written by
Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note: This is a dedication to
a very nice Lady here in Poetry Soup
One that you should know.
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013
M -> IS FOR MEDITATIVE, YOU SEEK PEACE
O -> IS FOR OUTSTANDING, EXCELLENT AT EVERYTHING YOU DO
T -> IS FOR TENDER, SENSITIVE AT HEART
H -> IS FOR HAPPY-GO-LUCKY, YOUR WAY TO LIFE
E -> IS FOR ENCOURAGING, THE WORDS YOU SAY
R -> IS FOR REMARKABLE, YOUR TIRELESS ATTITUDE
Copyright © Sujish Kandampully | Year Posted 2014
Black thorny rose with
Layers of languished beauty.
An acquired taste they say,
Charming but undoubtedly rooty;
Keen admirers, thus far, have remained distant.
Rarely glimpsing her virtuous nature,
Only one chosen allowed to nurture,
She will once again thrive and glow,
Endlessly cultivating love to bestow.
Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016
And of all the roses there is none more lovely than the antique rose,
Nothing compares to the classic old-rose shape, round and with full petals;
Tumbling from a vase or garden trellis, creamy roses soft and pink,
In my mother's vast planting there was always a place for these vintage roses.
Quite beautiful and romantic for a blushing bride to carry down the aisle,
Under my kitchen window they grow in harmony with my other sweet flowers;
Even at my mother's funeral, her casket was draped in antique roses.
Really they are my favourite flower and I have fond memories of them,
On walks around the garden with mother we would pick a bouquet of pale colors;
Sweet oyster, pale pink, nude and rose, vintage beauties of perfection,
Even the antique rose grows at mother's tomb taken from her own wild garden;
Soft and gorgeous, they are perfection for new love and for sad lost love.
November 4, 2015
For the contest, Favorite Flower, sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015
Red coloR of feaR
Over shadOws love tO
Smear the Soul and it bleedS
Emotions which arE condensed in rosE
Copyright © Akash ripper | Year Posted 2014
On stems of leaves and thorns
Slowly unlocks its beauty in
Copyright © Barbara Washington | Year Posted 2008
F-flower pedals fall from her soul, the essence of her being.
O-orchids, Lilies, Azalea’s, and Daisy’s, have you ever laid down in a bed of flowers and just starred at the sky as the clouds turn into
R-roses, Tulips, and Bleeding Hearts a comfortable bliss, holding you forever is what I see from the reflection of her eyes.
E-each pedal a representation of her genuine personality and vibrant beauty complimented by her
V-vivacious curves, smile, and eyes
E-every time I see her my heart lets go a tear of joy and smiles with sincerity;
R-reliving our first date, kiss, and I love you all in the midst of our walk under the moonlight.
I-I am always in awe of her and as I get lost in her Daffodil eyes within the
reflection I see memories of our future tied together in a bouquet.
N-nothing else matters as long as I can look into your eyes as you look back into mine. And they say roses are red with violets being blue so what does that make
Y-you? The most alluring flower the world has to offer with a soft love but at the same time overflowing with moxie.
O-oblivious I am to the atmosphere around me when I am in your presence.
U-unconditional love you provide to me, using flower pedals to patch the wounds on my heart. I’m
R-reborn each time our lips hold each other, I close my
E-eyes as our lips embrace only to open them and see that in
Y-your eyes I see the reflection of my heart jumping from my chest to your hands in order to grow like
E-evergreen throughout our years together, I hope you know that I will always
S-sacrifice anything to remain forever in your eyes and watch the flowers of your life grow.
Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016
Another day arrives so I embrace all I see
Rose becomes a constant inspiration to me
On any given day she opens my eyes
She becomes empowerment that is larger than I.
Every moment feels like it could be the chance
Inside the words lives the opportunity to advance
So sweet are the words that they alter my soul
Arms appear for me to climb from this hole.
Realizing the beauty of the flower that bears this name
Opening my mind in turn changing the game
Something calls to me telling me it shall be okay
Everything I lost becomes lost in yesterday.
By any other name it’s still a beautiful flower
Yearning to grow yet requiring a shower
Anything can happen when a flower grows
Yesterday disappears as my purpose starts to show.
No one can take this away no matter what they try
Angels from heaven let loose a heavenly sigh
My love becomes the focus and nothing is the same
Every Rose is a rose by any name……
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
Mistress Rose, dowager of the garden
Would you flaunt your beauty with ne'er a pardon
Fawn seductively in morning's breeze
To entice favours from passing bees?
Would you flick your crimson velvet skirts
To court kisses from pretty butterfly flirts?
Would petulant pansies turn their faces away
When you paraded your beauty day after day?
Would you be condescending of the straggly weeds
Their disorderly presence contrary to your needs?
Feel piqued by the hollyhock's graceful stance
Beside the path where lovers dance?
And would you covet spring when she playfully teased
Sweet scents from the jasmine and shy sweet peas?
And when dawn yawns into afternoon
And evening gathers to greet the moon
Would your smile turn thin-lipped and jaded
As your sweet allure slowly faded?
Such folly and vanity you couldn't express
For earth's soul you do possess!
Copyright © Sheila Sacks | Year Posted 2016
Lively as a rose
Outragous as the sound
Variety of personality
Evermore to soar
Leaching for somemore
Everytime I search
Yet always I get the back of the earth
Reaching for the stars
Over the moon and out
Searching for that someone
Even in a sense im on my own throughout
Copyright © Heather Norris | Year Posted 2007
(P)ink pedals from roses spread softly around
(E)vening sun is shining with a glimmer
(A)cross the blanket of them on the ground
(C)alls from the wild heard in the distance
(E)very star is shining, this beginning of night
(F)reedom floats with a wisp of warm breeze
(U)nder the crescent moon in shaded sky
(L)ove is softly illuminating in the glow of it all
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2016
To those whom ask for nothing
Here and now, I give you
Every mans suffering
Lay me down never to rise again
As I give to you
Closure before it begins
Knowing only this will salvage your truth
Receive the gift
Of your saddened angel
Stand, be blessed upon thy lips
Embrace my end
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008
R-ed rose spreads her aroma
O-r her most sweetest scent;
S-melled by attracted snoots
A-t the most exciting event.
L-et red rose spread her aroma
I-n the spacious open air;
N-oses that sniff at the flower
A-re enjoying the huge affair.
G-reen grasses are dancing
A-t the beautiful meadow;
L-eaves are swaying too,
L-eaving behind the sorrow.
A-t the colorful garden
R-ed rose reels off the cheer,
D-elight, fun and rapture
O-bliterate the stench of tear.
E-xciting perfume fills the place,
S-eptember eighth sunny day;
T-hrilling odor greets the morn,
A-fter the haze fades away.
N-ew dawn that has broken
I-s bringing alluring aura;
L-et's wait for attar and beauty,
L-et red rose spread her
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2016