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Three dozen Roses, Red ,Yellow and White
To show my affection for POETIC insight
Her Quilled POETRY : Inspirations; ignite
The Pen in my hand as I write through the night
When words from her Heart, in a new POEM appear
I read it twice over 'til message is clear
The image so vivid as Roses "Pure" White
My mind carries her words in Dreams through the night
I wake up refreshed, with a pen in my hand
Thank-YOU Andrea Dietrich; I now understand
I will shout to the World; throughout the whole land
With a feeble Tribute to make YOU feel Grand
As my pen tries to emulate YOUR Talented Quill
Roses for Andrea and Her POETRY skill
Inspired by the Contest "A Soup member worthy of a Tribute"
Sponsored by " Richard Lamoureux "
Dedicated to the LOVELY POETESS
" ANDREA DIETRICH "
There’s a path of flowers I glide across
Such a beautiful color made of gloss
Orange pieces of delight made to pass
Within this meadow that is long to last
The blades of grass are surely tall with pride
Turning colors from green to brown inside
There’s a lone tree in the sight of the field
Where orange and red leaves become its build
Flowers impact this field in retrospect
Looking at it from my past with respect
Power of the flower is prominent
Secure in my heart which is dominant
Orange is the color of the plant’s choice
Field is glad of their presence, they rejoice
wandering in thoughts.
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love
Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love
A flower grows from beneath a blanket
Of fine and purest white
It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
For heat and for the light
My love for you grows stronger still,
Despite the surrounding cold
My heart is yours, bartered gone
For yours has it been sold
Its petals shine from morning dew
Its stem grows stiff and strong
It stands strong through the freezing cold
It stands the winter long
I long for you, for your soft touch
I miss the way you smile
The longer that we stay apart
The longer every mile
The flower stretches through the snow
It reaches toward the sun
And now without you the color is gone
The flower's petals, dun
But as we talk, and as we learn
The flower comes back to life
The snow now melts and goes away
As you take away my strife
Spring is here and growth abounds
As you and I are one
We are together, we are in love
The snow for now is done
I see the future, in dreams I have
Of our life, long and true
I see the times where all I need
Are comforting words from you
I see the times when winter comes
As winter tends to do
But we still love, and we still live
And I do still love you
And so we live, with children ours
And a life of much to see
With love we live, to live we love
Happy together are we
I see the flower, older now,
But still strong with fresh new leaves
I see it growing, tall and strong
Reaching to the eaves
We are now old, as years have passed
But old together are we
And strong our love still today
As strong as it can be
What happens to those words we never say?
Many times words are left on tip of tongue
for some love is the hardest word to say
forgotten like thoughts and songs never sung
yet our minds remember it all so clear
instead of words we remained silent
as maturity grows erases fear
a few not said words may be violent
being able to speak truly a gift
words of kindness comes and goes straight from heart
a few kind words can give spirits a lift
and some words can tear someone’s heart apart
keep in mind actions speak louder than words
reach for those flowers instead of those swords
There placed on my bed from my wife so sweet
Is a pile of rose petals so elite
Gorgeous they are with a symbol of love
Shaped like our small hearts, glories from above
Their light fragrance filled up our entire room
There’s not an inkling of impending doom
This love that’s not crafted from a patent
There's just happiness and joy are present
The petals together represent time
Each one is a year unified, aligned
Now we are to lay on this bed of joy
These petals for each of us to enjoy
I pull you down with pure romance installed
We then reach the height of passion enthralled
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "Upon A Bed Of Petals" contest
As I dream I think of you
The dew on the grass
So many gardens
With scarlet roses
The smell so sweet
The bright colors
Like blood flowing
As you lay on the ground
With thorns that hurt
I lay my pains down
My scarlet rose
Love comes to me
In the form
Of a rose
With life so full
I'm on fire
With shadows of you
I see mirrors
Of scarlet rose
As you rise to greet the day
I think of kisses
Sweeter then wine
My scarlet rose
Sweet promises are made
As the veil comes off
You move in the light
Such pure delight
Thoughts run through my head
Of you running along
A spring in every step
Sweet scarlet rose
You are the pretty flower
That blooms each day
Those petals so soft
Along the way
My gaze is upon you
Your eyes so bright
Lips so full
Sweet scarlet rose
My memory lingers
As the thoughts come
What would I do
Without scarlet rose
Sweet flowers of May how you do entice
lifting and filling my soul with beauty
swaying in the breeze and releasing spice
aromas that enthrall sharp and minty
Tumbling roses cover the pergola
sweet musky scent is hanging in the air
robust colours of the gladiola
poking up a most tempting derriere
Fascinated I watch it bob about
as my lover stoops pulling out the weeds
hot and sweaty he does a turnabout
holding my hand he now shows me his deeds
Beds free of weeds that able to flourish
just like our love for each other we cherish
Once upon a time there was a single blooming Rose.
The world rejoiced at all the beauty given her to show.
But as with every rose her time was shortly bestowed.
After, the world felt hollow, so intense did its sorrow flow.
They sought a reminder of the beacon they once did truly hold.
They found a small flower of white that in its purist form did unfold.
The thorns reminded all, that the original could never be theirs again.
But still it did impart hope, for another one, like their virtuous friend.
Eventually the flower was cultured and created into what we hold to now.
For even the present is needy of something so precious to hold some how.
And though no one remembers how the flowers’ name was earlier sown…
It still holds us tightly to the purity, hope, and beauty its known to bestow.
There are many legends that have traveled down to us thru the years.
But there are none so beautiful as the one that became the Rose so dear.
Am I joyful, or am I somber?
Am I radiant, or recoiling?
Do I reach out to you, or do I hide?
Can you tell? Will I decide?
Am I simple, or am I puzzling?
Do I caress you, or keep my distance?
Am I your true love, or just a stranger?
Will you ever know? Will I ever surrender?
Am I warm to you, or cold, impassive?
Do I allow you into me, or elude you?
Will I ever reveal myself to you, or for ever shut you out?
Please don't give up.
Keep looking, stranger, my true love.