Ode Rose Poems | Ode Poems About Rose
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The horn blew as the wind picked the same moment
The note carried over the field and picking up speed
All memories of him drifted away as the bugle went silent
But she remained until the last rose
Later she would remember his last words
He had told her he would never forget her
And like the last star that goes where stars go
She went there as well
She went to that last rose and was comforted
She could feel his hands
She could smell his scent
And she saw the uniform and the horn
They met when he returned from the war and he had limped
He limped with warmth and with no complaint
They had one son but he did one too many bags
He carried his bags up his arm
And there was no bugle or wind
But there were roses and tears
They got through it with love and his limp
They sat on the porch rocking and remembered
Until his limp grew slower and the horn played
But the rose ...............
Life is delicate like
a rose on a cool fall
morning then without
warning life is taken away.
I cry not for the rose who's
petals lay scattered at me feet
but for everything else that has
I cry for the leaves who's leaves crush
like power in my hand and for the flowers
which droop and sag...
A mother who left this world too
soon and for her pain in till death finely
The world is a lot different place
with you gone... But a son has to
move on he can't keep thinking
He can't keep being sad and blue
don't worry I'll always love you... I'll never
forget the love we shared and how much
you cared... I love you
What colour will you deliver today
on this such a lovely day?
I wonder what fragrance I shall smell
only your majesty can tell.
What will your fragrance be
if I not only smell but also see?
When others join in, you’ll blossom into a magnificent group
inducing my thoughts to create none other than a coup.
Oh Rose the magnificent
the loving hearts will always lament,
as part of the romantic gesture and create
some love is abused and with thy presence it will aggravate.
You are the symbol of that which is called love
Nothing can deny your beauty fits like a glove;
The ladies melt under your presence
whether they’re adults or adolescence.
You also are a symbol of guilt and betrayal
the lover gets caught and there you are for the loving portrayal.
Hypocrite you are, though so beautiful, your malice hides away
making the guilty feel guiltier causing the mind to go astray;
you are also very gracious but extremely vicious
your thorns prick deeply, with wounds so malicious.
Do you think we’re so naïve we wouldn’t realise
that under that beauty there’s something to despise?
Though you are not a sign of the human demise
at my funeral I want you there, a gesture that defies;
no lilies, no poppies and no wreaths, all I need is your fragrance
so my grave, waiting patiently for God’s acquaintance.