rose is beauty like u
she would dissolve
in the lap of soil,
with her tattered dreams
like every indian women
Copyright © sneha nair
Hi guys, please go through my poem wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare about imperial and blushing rose..
Glowing in the early dawn,
Hey my beautiful rose..
Your aromatic fragrance has touched my soul..
Each and every united petals of yours vibrates me, making me alive..
O'wild rose, You stroked my heart!!
Falling on my face, You are the one who don't make deceitful pretences..
You are the one who endowed me a smile as a surprise..
Your charismatic posture embedded in a deep space of my heart..
O'delirious rose, You flicked my soul!!
Wrapped by disliking thorns and spines..
Loves the spirit you cheerfully withstand..
My eyes are desperately thirsty to have a quick glance of your tendered feature..
O'chaotic rose, You twitched my nerves!!
Your dusky red colour..
enamoured my entire body..
Enigmatic cheers on my lips..
I wanna kiss you forever forever..
Holding you in my hands, bending on my knees..
O'ferine rose u reached the highest peak of my heart!!
Amongst the bushes and raw grass,
My heart got connected with you..
Chromatically waving in an air..activating my sense
Inspiring me making my d-day delighted..
O'glimmering rose,trustworthily you ignited passion inside me!!
Glimpse of yours make me kinetized,my blushing pearl..
Freakly taking a deep breathe,my blossoming chics..
Flaming love in my heart i can offer you..
O'amorous rose, for that You have to be mine..be mine My Queenliest love.. !!
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare
Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?
Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark?
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?
Copyright © Literrius Miller
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
Lost some petals,
But still whiffing her odor
All he said to her,
That one day she will bloom,
For thorns are all she needs,
For it’s in her stars,
To be a lover’s delight
To be a wedding’s wreath,
To be last gift of a living to dead
Lost some petals,
And he stayed there,
She needed him but water and sun
For gems of purest rays serene,
She is born to blush unseen,
She will be a delight
And all then a father will do,
Is seeing her off from aisle with smile….
Copyright © Shiraz Iqbal
The weakened soft thoughts lay humble
within future coats
a darkened past tracks scampered shines
forth a morning of immortal moved elements
it will bring away
a prime love can't be replaced
and thus it comes
a very open hide light of it's first sight
in pursued windows of no time
sun anyway goes down and hot as hell
gray visions,left behind in desire,
delicious empty shades of dawns
filds or doors
just dusk doors
and spilled life only are
these present words
Copyright © Weightless Pen
The rose is a most beautiful flower
And it gives off the most glorious scent
It is mostly called the flower of Love
It’s fragrance from heaven lent
Its beauty has inspired legends
Hither and yon all over the land
It has been involved in Gentlemen
Asking for a lady’s hand
It has decorated wedding days
And been there when love dies
It has been present so many times
As it inspired wishful sighs
Any color can be thought of
From deep pink to a sunset red
A beautiful single scarlet rose
On the pillow of a lady’s bed
The beauty of the rose is famous
No matter the color you choose
Its blooms are inspired by all
Depending on which color you use
It is sad to watch its beauty fade
As petals fall from the rose sublime
Age has taken its toll on the rose
Even its beauty no match for time
Is there a lesson here for me?
No it is just the way things unfold
All life has its moment of glory
But not all the wonder gets told
Copyright © Connie Moore
The wilted Rose
A man gave me a bouquet of flowers
A hundred years ago
The roses preserved
Inside the photo books of time
I am wilted
Wrinkled with folds
Where I once was sassy and somewhat bold
Now I am just stories told
I sit in the garden, me and the flowers
All of us waiting, the seasons to come to an end
I have lost my beauty
Shadows and angels and the shivering cold
My god how the hell did I grow so old
I am not old, but listening to my grand ma ma I imagined her thinking these thoughts! She will always be beautiful in my heart!
Copyright © Aurore Severo
The Bloom Off The Flower, Dying Of The Rose
Old,blind and very ill, they wait to die
Growing cold with chill they sadly lie.
Ravages of Time eats away heart and might
Until sunny day becomes a darkened night.
In this world Time brings on that spirit
Savaging body, so silent we never hear it.
Broken down,resting in an old folk's home
Sad dying souls never again to ever roam.
As Death arrives there is no ringing bell
only the one way trip, to Heaven or Hell.
Or the trip into a dark and long dirt nap
buried deep into the grave's earthen trap.
What was once singing, love and solid gold
now is sin's judgment on these dying old.
Bloom off the flower, dying of the rose
all facing it cry mournfully as it goes!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-18-2015
Note: A dark one but much truth rests deep within.
Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley
Copyright © Robert Lindley
DRESSING WITH LOVE
So much care and confidence
A small bouquet of memories
And a teary eye....
will be dressed
With the utmost
of loving care...
Copyright © Ian Guyler
Pete Rose great baseball player but banned from the Hall of Fame
It does matter if weigh 150 pounds or 350 Pounds we are still the same
USA the Most power county helps other counties
Lance Armstrong fell of and neither got back to the top
The State you live is your State no can take away from you
Ned Corkery 9/17/14
Copyright © ned corkery
I am called splendid rose by everyone
No mean I am says anyone
They say they are pricked up by thorns to own
Don't they know inbetween thorns I am born
Ever they understand amidst thorns I am worn.
Copyright © aruna yadav
Where are all the elderly?
Where did they all o?
Like a blossom they withdraw
From the bitter sorry cold.
Just caress a little bit
With warmth fro the cold
And you'll find they're in your hands
And the blossom's now a rose.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose