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Withered Rose

I left you out in the winter
watched you shiver from the cold
beauty silently fading
soon you turned the withered rose

Tears freezing as they flowed
for my love you pleaded
a face of pain and desperation
your cries I left unheeded

Now my conscience is never ending
how could i have been so cruel
my flower of beauty
I truly put an end to you

Copyright © ron derby

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A Rose with no Thorn

A Rose with No Thorn

In the Garden, the bouquet of life
There bloomed a rose whose beauty caught my eye
Incomparable is this rose’s design
Unlike the others, she is not the prickling kind

I know they say that every rose has its thorn
But here blooms the exception, of the spirit she is born
One of a kind, the rarest in form
For she is a rose with no thorn

Oh what a fragrance, so lovely and fair
A scent of sincerity sweeps through the air
A pristine beauty from the realms up above
For she is the flower primeval of love

And as I bask in her blossoms of compassion
I find I am fashioned by love that’s everlasting
And in my heart she’ll always be adorned
For she is a rose with no thorn

Though weeds, thorns and thistles have tried to choke her
The rain has wet her; the sun has even scorched her
But she’ll not wither, neither will she wilt
For she is rooted in the love that God has tilled

Amidst great turmoil, never to be foiled
Arrayed in glory that could never ever toil
One of a kind, yes the rarest in form
For she is a rose with no thorn

Copyright2008 by Kenneth J Thompson

Copyright © Kenneth J Thompson

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A Symbol Of Our Love

I long to see this love we have blossom daily with each passing day 
The beauty of which we can't see but we can feel it all the same
I love it when the sun comes up and the birds sing sweetly too
This rose will be on our bench every day of the year I spend with you.

This bench of love is reserved for us for many years to come
Sitting here now I say to you that I want you for the rest of our lives
The rose is a symbol of all that is pure, our trust, our hope and love
Two hearts shall not be broken when they've been blessed by God above.

I promise you that each year will be better than the one before 
A  rose I’ll leave on this bench as each year we’re married passes by
I’m always going to be here for you my darling you’re the one I adore 
This rose represents the longing  in my heart, I want you forevermore.

To show just how much I care I will plant a rose bush here just for you
When I look at our little bench each year and think of how it all began    
I'll remember with pride, that eve I proposed and you said “I will marry you”
As I slipped on the ring, you'd tears in your eyes, as the moon came into view.

When times catches up, grey hair sets in, grandchildren running wild at our side
I hope you'll be by my side on our bench with our roses still growing with love 
But if you're not with me,It won't be hard to remember that night of my life
When I proposed  one beautiful eve, we married and were husband and wife.

Copyright © Pam Woolford

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I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN

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Rose Wine

Your strong hand 
beneath my head
my Love in your Blood
turned from friendship
did spread
into More
the first time you
took my Hand
and traveled every
line, of my Flesh land
the way you reflect your soul
Into my Eyes, 
makes me forget my small stature
shape, size
in this world
I wish to carry your 
future child
be it boy or girl
be them strong of spirit
Smarts of street and class
leaders of Eminence
Sweet mixed with Sass
I see this future
as I fall head first, spilling
into your secure embrace
like a single bottle of Rose Wine
Down to the last Taste

Copyright © Heather Hill

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The Rose

Lyrics for The Rose By Bette Midler 

"Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed 
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed 
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need 
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed 
Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance 
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes a chance 
Its the one that won't be taking, who cannot seem to give 
It's the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live 
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long 
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong 
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow 
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose."

Copied..Not my work..."The Rose" sung and recorded by Bette Midler
Lyrics and Music by Amanda McBroom

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

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I whispered lightly as a rose

I whispered lightly as a rose
To grease my oily bagpipe,
And sniffing with her hairy nose
A dwarf flew into sight.

‘Pull down your flabby chopsticks, man.’
She ordered like a waiter,
And lowering my name to Stan
Got on all fours to cater.

‘I am Dame Doris Chucklebum.’
She laughed but half an inch.
‘I like things that are rarely done.’
Then stroked me with a pinch.

‘Take back thy sweaty chollocks, love.’
I pleaded like a pro,
And with a hefty boxing glove
Took on the lady so.

It lasted less than half a tick,
Less if you counted slow.
And with a little knowing trick
Fled fleeing on the go.

‘Come back! Don’t go!’ she wept with ploy,
‘I’ll change like Whitney Whopper.’
Enjoying but a little joy
And playing with her chopper.

Copyright © Wayne Riley

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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

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Winter Rose

        Beneath my mantle of pure white snow
	        I lay, a perfect rose
      My cloak of snow protects my beauty, 
        	My life and my essence 
	      As winter rages above me, 
    I am safe and warm, from my cloak of snow
	         I am preserved
         I will emerge into the sunlight
           Through the melting snow
    I will emerge into the warm moist dew
      The warm sunlight dries my petals
              My petals are perfect
	        My color is brilliant
          My stem is taught and straight
          My essence long and lingering
              I am a beauty of nature
    I am a symbol of love, beauty and caring
	       I am the Winter Rose

Copyright © Lucinda Schaffner

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The Rose

What is love unless it blooms
With that sweet fragrance lingering in the air
The beauty and passion unfolds to reveal a scentual pleasure
You feel the calling as your body craves just a touch
The soft tenderness and beauty which speaks a truth
There is just nothing quite like a rose...

Edward J Ebbs - August 6, 2012

Copyright © Edward Ebbs

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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

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A paper Rose

Who named the rose the flower of Love?

Or is it the flower of passion  or maybe undying lust?

Was there anyone who wasn't pricked by its  thorns?

Wasn't there  anyone who wasn't fooled by its beauty?

Wasn't there ever a wife who tasted the salt of  her tears

to the betrayal of a husband's lover?

Wasn't there ever a lover who  opened the diary of life

to find the wrinkled red petal of years still in waiting

What is the rose,except the scent of imagination

choking  with the  fragrance of never be mine

What's in a name?Who is the rose?Who baptised this flower?

the flower of seasons,the flower who lives in the rough 

hiding its nakedness of pain in delicate and strong

All a rose ever will be is a  birthed  flower which breeze in the  feeling of 

'You are so special' till you realise,all that you have in your hand is,was

                              A  PAPER   ROSE.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop

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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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"THE ROSE"  (c)  2014 All Rights Reserved: 




2014 (c) tomkatmandoo (All rights reserved)


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My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

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Washing spinning suds
Watching. Thinking on spring things
Carnations in strict 
Formation and blue roses
Poses on balconies.

With BLINDING beauty 
All are blooming and smell of
Fruity confessions
With their beauty fragrant
Fruity concessions they are

Doing their duty making
Life a lovelier WORLD


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Blue Rose

The Blue Rose
secretly grows
upon a Hill of Heathers
seldom do know

Songs speak of its
but few have lived to see
its rich blood blue petals
smells of sweet ginger and honey

The legend has it
the blue rose can cure
a thousand different ailments
although, I am not

My Grandmother told me
if you eat three petals
before you sleep
the disease which
infects, out of you
it will seep

Not many have heard
the powers of the 
blue rose
for it secretly grows
where seldom
do know

Copyright © Heather Hill

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Human Traffic - Rose

(The Pitch)

Disaffected street rat come and follow me
just trust in me
have faith in me

Your parents never loved you and they never will
a bitter pill
you've had your fill

I promise you a new life of tranquility

You'll live the life we all know that you so deserve
you'll never serve
you'll live with verve

come with me
follow me
trust in me
you will be free...

(Victim's lament)

He told me all I had to do was follow him
believed in him
left on a whim

My parents do they love me now I'll never know
I miss them so
why did I go

He promised me a love in perpetuity
he lied to me
it's misery

He sold me to a man who only sees in me
easy money

went with him
followed him
trusted him
a slave to him...

(The Rescue)

Little girl we're here for you to rescue you
liberate you
take care of you

The man who kept you in this state of misery
he's dead you see
you're truly free

Your mommy and your daddy sorely miss you so
you need to know
it's time to go

They say that time and faith can help to ease your pain
your strength regain
sun over rain

life can be
a pleasantry
good things you'll see
please trust in me...

I trust in you
I know you do
please hold me close
her name is Rose

My name is Rose...

Note: Rose was rescued from her human trafficker by an FBI agent during a global sting.  She is back home with her parents, her brother Samuel, and her dog Jepper.  Rose is just 15 years old.  She hopes to be an FBI agent one day...

Copyright © Tommy Boy

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Your Rose

Lord, I would be like Your own sweet Rose
When underneath the world's vain rush
I have been bruised; a wounded thrush,
Whose song is trapped within its throat,
Who cannot lift to voice one note
Its weary head and sorrow knows.

Though I be trampled 'neath the throngs
Of grasping, pleasure seeking souls
And waves of pain high in me roll,
I would be crushed in silence, deep,
That even my inmost soul would keep
And whisper not of how was wronged.

But ever, as with vengeance black,
They tramp the petals, limp and torn,
Would send forth fragrance, sweet and warm,
And bless the feet of that mad crowd,
Beneath their onslaught remain bowed
And by Your love turn hatred back.

It was Your wounding, sacred Rose,
The fragrance of Your love for me
Blown by the winds of infamy
Down from that dark hill, Calvary,
That brought Your passion home to me
And feeds the flower which in me grows.

© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson

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The Rose

Bright, is the future of thee, 
as bright as the northern star 
you shine through the night in perfect harmony
a beautiful blooming rose, you are. 
When thinking of purity, you are what I see. 
A fragile but strong-willed child, left unable to mar. 
You love others; you never show animosity. 
So, I presume with you I'll stay, 
for you changed me, and saved me from the day.
Thank you for the love you gave to me, 
now my days will be bright, no longer gray. 

Copyright © Jacob Frey

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Red Rose Left Burning

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time

Just to realize

love is whack in the heart of a woman
truly believing the lie of a man 

he strips her of love

as she refuses to lie down and die
accepting a burning bleeding red rose

she stares at the stars

no longer evident in his dull eyes
wondering who is he saving them for

just to realize

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time

Copyright © Barbara Washington

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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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My Rose Colored Glasses

I didn’t have my rose colored glasses
when I saw the things I shouldn’t see
when I heard things that I shouldn’t hear
when life was just to complicated for me to bare

I was too young to understand life’s 
frustrations & peoples temptations & all the situations that caused Revelations

All I needed was someone to give me my rose colored glasses
To protect my eyes from Life's big surprise! 
but not like birthdays! not through these eyes....

But, It’s ok!, I found my glasses! The rose colored one’s... You see, they block out your 
hate, your anger, your jealousy, & betrayal that you have bestowed upon me. So say what 
you want, say what you please. I live through my rose colored glasses & you cant TOUCH 

Copyright © Stacie Finney

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April Rose

April Rose, so beautiful and she knows it.
Her heart is blessed by God, her smile is made so perfect.
Her face brings this light to life, it saves my very existence.
Her little hugs and kisses tug at my heart strings and i cannot resist it.
Her eyes so blue, i fall deep into them so endlessly.
Completely lost without her by my side to laugh and play.
My every breathing moment relies on her to stay.
Her wild free spirit, her love's so sweet.
These simple little things make my heart beat.
I am comforted by the sounds of her pitter pattering feet.
April Rose, i hope you know, you are my heart, my life, my soul....

Copyright © shanna lindsay

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A Rose

A rose has
bloomed so far,
I get smell,
can't see her.

A rose has
bloomed so high,
Nose gets smell,
can't see Eye.

Daylight comes,
daylight goes;
Sleepless I
love the rose.

Copyright © Sayeed Abubakar

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This Yellow Rose

This Yellow Rose

This yellow Rose you see right here
In all it’s golden splendour
Be such a precious work of art
And greets ones eyes so tender
Yet next to you, my crystal Rose
There’s naught on earth that grows, and glows
It Could compare, not ever!

This yellow Rose you see right now
It be so tender sweet
It gives a soft glow to my heart
That makes me feel complete
Yet next to you, my tender flower
This Rose could never have the power
That you have, no, no, never!

This Rose that does before you grow
It’s beauty surely makes one glow
And yet, my darling, this I know
Your beauty doth outshine this Rose.

This yellow Rose, you see before you
Would make each dreamer sigh
The essence of it’s tenderness
Just leaves me feeling high
Yet next to you my precious one
I’d have to say, all said and done
There’s nothing that could you, out glow.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Red Rose

Red rose
A blacktop cracked, one planted a seed and something sprouted. This seed-like a muscle it kept getting stronger, and the rain poured down on it, and in the morning the suns light showed its growth. The pedals had a few holes, a few bruises; but the buds too come would replace the fragile vulnerabilities of those hurt red pedals. The green stems showed the life that one once thought to be impossible, now here- a red rose grows within the droves of gravel. 
Red Rose
She got stepped on quite a few times,  got passed by and rejected plenty of times too, but the roots kept the strength rooted deeply in her to press on … So no matter what-she smiled to the world with the beauty planted deep inside of her. Warmth and affection no matter what the temperature was she exposed daily- her character. 
Red Rose
A Queen awaiting to be loved, the beloved red rose.
She encompasses deep love and affection, truly loyal in despite of the hiccups, throw-ups, and cruel expectation of world –at times. Her seed was planted and now it’s sprung up to a million plus, red roses like the sea, endless…and she was birthed from the concrete, but now her seeds are planted everywhere you can go on the globe, the beloved red rose. 
Who rose when no one cared, noticed, or gave her a chance, she kept on humbly with the passion and love to grow despite adversity. 
Red Rose
When you smell her its true heaven, when you hold her in your hand- you don’t want to let go of the array of peace; that for a moment brings your soul at ease. You’re hoping that the vases she lives in will keep her living on for more than a few days. The pedals when they fall, the flow of its death as it falls gracefully. Red rose wish you could live forever, but just a moment of your precious life brings a smile on my face, and thankfulness well worth to embrace forever. Beloved red rose. You are loved more than you know.

 © copyright2015

Copyright © Stephanie Gutierrez

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'She's, My Melodies' Remix

(hook1)       shes sooo goood
                                        that I never have a bad day
                   shes sooo hoood
                                        she knows just how to take me

                   shes sooo goood
                                        that I never have a bad day
                   shes soo hoood
                                        she knows just how to take me

(myverse)   I wish _ that-I- could tell her
  But my words_  would- make her- momma jealous
 its True_ Im consistent- known- as a risk taker
  she blows me a kiss- my foes- are knocked over
I dash in_   her heart   (pausehere

Copyright © Timothy Jacks

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Walking around the graveyard
Untaggling his hands from the pocket in his jacket
its clear in his head that he's screaming for something
that something is missing within his heart

Taking off his hat as he sits it on her grave
Pulling out a piece of paper
The death certificate that her name was signed on
a tear falling from his cheek 
he reaches down to pick up the flower he laid there before

crumples at his touch
sitting down the piece of paper
he asked her
how can i love?
when the one i want is not here?

tears fall from his eyes unto the paper 
he lights a candle
sits it by her tombstone

He lays down beside her
listening to the wind
hoping to hear her voice
something he longed for
something that he was missing

he falls asleep
holding the stem of the rose that crumpled before
The pedals fly away with the wind
and the flame of the candle burns out
the rain starts to fall

He lays with his eyes closed
He goes back in time
The rose pedals fall back unto the stem
The paper flies back into his pocket

He walks back into town
Back into the house he was at before
Back at her funeral
to the hospital they were at
When they found out she had cancer
To the church where they got married
To the time when he asked her to marry him
Finally to the place where they met

There story replays again in his mind
he lays cold on the ground beside her
The wind dies down
and the candle starts burning again

Copyright © Orlin Collier

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A rose grows so tender

A rose grows so tender.

A rose grows so tender
And touches me deeply
A symphony whispers within
You’ve captured my heart
With the breath of your beauty
As a wonderful love song begins.

My soul fills with joy
My heart opens wide
Because you are my lady Ve
Pure bliss starts a fire
As I hold you so tight
Then happiness takes over me.

You’re a lady of power
A sweet tender flower
An icon of mystical shades
You take me, you hold me
Your love, it enfolds me
My beautiful mystery maid.

My beautiful lady
How you mesmerize me
As you melt my poor heart with your power
My dear when you’re with me
Such magic you give me
Cause love is a beautiful flower.

10 November 2006 @ 0645hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan