I walk through the glistening virgin snow
That covers the sorrow of autumn’s death
Where I find on a bush a frozen rose
Its beauty held ageless in winter’s breath
How I long to touch those petals again
Those moist velvet lips that promise such bliss
Opened in passion whispering my name
As I drift in dreams of a breathless kiss
Oh! To pluck this rose from the winter snow
And hold it closely to my aching heart
And free it from that ice so bitter cold
That now my love keeps you and me apart
But if I were to pluck this winter rose
Would all its petals fall upon the snow?
Author: Elaine George
Written: January 15, 2010
I shall nay know all the wonders - you hold
For all too soon the winds of winter blow
Scarlet petals withering in the snow
How cruel the breath that kills the velvet rose
Tears - that canst’ bear the thought of letting go
Forever frozen in this empty soul
A broken heart forever turned to stone
A broken stem left now to stand alone
Alas! I find that life is bitter-sweet
As I stand holding only memories
Of a rose blooming in the summer breeze
Here beneath this old weeping willow tree
Once I held the sweetest rose - ever born
Now – in my grief – I hold the bitter thorn.
Author: Elaine George
For you, my love, I’ll be a single rose
of crimson hue, and velvet to the touch.
So warm in contrast to your fallen snows,
yet yearning for the thrill of winter's clutch.
Soft petals form a heart so firm and true,
unyielding to the tempest of your reign,
and though a cold wind nurtures doubt in you,
such purity of love I could not feign.
Dilemmas of the soul so keenly felt.
Bestow my love? or must it stay a dream?
for if I warmed your heart 'twould surely melt
and I would lose you to the flowing stream.
And so, my love, this single rose I’ll hide
and keep the love I feel for you inside.
Has beauty given the rose the notion
That it is the jewel of the garden
The butterfly may make that connection
So the beholder's eye holds beauty then
Perhaps that is how it is predisposed
Because there is no reason to pretend
Outer beauty fades like the withered rose
And our tears may descend like falling rain
But inner beauty lies in sweet repose
That unseen beauty will always remain
Through every season and emotion
Surviving heartache, sorrow, loss and pain
The love of beauty we truly enjoy
But the beauty of love abides in joy
Thou art to me the fairest crimson rose,
A tender bloom with dawn's first colour gilt;
Yet ev'ry flow'r in mortal clime that grows,
Is here for but a time, and then does wilt.
By all I e'er held dear, I now aver,
That though a rose may wilt, yet still 'tis sweet;
I only hope a place I could secure
In fondest adoration at thy feet.
For fairness found in form and face will fail,
But that within the heart may shine undimmed;
Though nothing for youth's beauty may avail,
A heart with golden deeds may yet be rimmed.
My Juliet, in truth I do declare,
I love thee not for youthful beauty fair.
If love could have a color, I suppose
it wouldn’t be just any common shade.
I’d name it for the colors of the rose.
In heaven’s hues this flower is arrayed!
From chaste love’s hush of pink to heady rush
that’s shown by cardinal or crimson red,
the rose reveals the grades of ardor’s blush
unto the time it’s thought that passion’s fled.
But in the tint of amaranth, the fire
endures; in purple deep it can transcend,
while yellow blooms in bliss that does not tire,
and white’s fidelity will have no end.
Though black the bud, a red will grow thereof.
By any other name, the rose is love.
By Andrea Dietrich
For PD's any rose will do. ....... (poems of roses contest) old only.... Poetry Contest
After the wild roses stopped to bloom,
I visited your backyard each afternoon.
I counted the thorns of your rose tree,
wondering if a new bud I would see…
You didn’t come and lean by the window,
combing your hair under the afterglow.
The night wind carried you to me instead,
as I pillowed my head on the root’s thread.
You left the door open on the morrow,
when a new pink rose started to grow.
Should I leave the rose – young and pure -
or Should I follow your lead –
gave to me no more than one queen
blossoming in a garden left unseen.
As I desire outside just at daybreak
Watch the sleepy sun rise in the mist
So I'll go out, get tools_leaves rake
An excuse to watch that sun rise_my risk
Then I see that one Pale Pink Running Rose
The one deserving its picture taken
I'll get the camera_rose will pose
Leaving chore__leaf raking forsaken
Maybe I'll cachinnate_hide from work
I'll beek in sun think of shenanigan
Go to creek_try to see fish through murk
Couchant posture dip fingers _ dawn began
The anacoluthia of these lines
Requires couchant posture very fine
Rose you greet me in the dawn of ages
wondrous flower of sweet scent and beauty
the heavenly array of the oranges
vieing with yellows and reds so dainty
Rose for me you symbolize lasting peace
many swear undying love in your name
crafted by nature a true masterpiece
deemed royal your rivals you overcame
Dreamily I admire your wondrous shape
so truly perfection personified
you dominate yet too bless the landscape
it is no wonder you are glorified
Rose of luster, temptress of my senses
filling me with your lovely incenses
A rose is always the first one to die
As love arrives, flip-flapping his wings,
Taking her to a fresh grave to lie,
Hidden amid hallowed tree’s rings.
Earth unrests with a slight touch,
Feathers and petals, red and white,
Mingle when Love leans to vouch,
Whirling around the burial site:
“Wave slowly, I see, I like, I take,
Your lips are cherries, your heart
Like the soft and most sweet cake,
I will feast and if my lips demand,
I will take my bow and with my art,
Take food from your soft hand.“
So many roses I saw today
On the same bed they all lay.
With roses I will dream tonight,
Pink, red, yellow and white…
If a single rose I free and smell
The garden will frenzy and yell,
I aspire to be like a bumblebee:
Invisible wings to nestle and flee.
The breeze carried a whiff adrift
Dancing within the edifices rift
On my chest I pinned four medals
Pink, red, yellow and white petals:
A single rose can guild me to Eden
Or linger on Nature’s bosom hidden
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
Silently he weaves his way through nebulous skies
Traversing the night for his place in the sunshine
Beautiful planet he'd seen once upon a dream,
On his breast rests a rose of Sharon of gold streams.
The ride is rough as he must avoid shooting stars,
Attractive for a time, but mirrored dreams they are,
Their fires soon becoming extinguished, gone black
Meeting their doom in the vacuum of black holes' trap.
Such fatal end becomes a blessing in disguise
He learns he must follow a pattern for safe flight
He draws power from the sun and the earth's moon
Whose lights are constant, a sight he knows not to lose.
At long last, near the moon he finds her, his heaven
Her light turned brightest gold by the rose of Sharon.
Copyright © 06.07.11
For Francine Roberts' Sonnet contest.
A fragile rose beneath a lost moon, cries
Its loving stem of life has been broken
Torn by a hand passing and left to die
Her sad leaves are turning brown and falling
Knows love will never flower, unspoken
And yet hears whispered loneliness calling
Memories turn silent, finally dies
While quiet hurried flights of fireflies slow
Caught by summer's wind, leaves tumble and spin
While reasons and goodbye are fading sight
Bending and wilting, the rose lost its glow
Casting shadow, turning day into night
This fragile rose beneath a lost moon,cries
Memories turn silent, finally dies
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.
As the last rose petal falls swiftly down
The last of the great roses of summer
What a great summer that was lived_you known
Rose had much character an affirmer
Fall approaches with sure desolation
Only bare branches with prickly thorns left
Mocking Bird nest with nesting cessation
Protected by the Rose as in a cleft
Used up_bare waiting for winter's cold breath
Not knowing what this winter chill will bring
As the petals flood onto the ground_death
Hope awaits but winter comes with its sting
Will the sap rise again coursing through vine
Revitalization __ one bud sure sign
I love our conversations day to day
I laugh at the awkwardness in the hall
I love how you are mine, my sweet blue jay
If this were a movie the snow would fall
The perfect scene that everyone desires
The paramount picture movie nights out
I love that this love does not require
Sadness and despair, the miserable pout
I want to see you as you always are
I want to laugh and share my memories
So you call to me, and I won’t be far
I want to cheer and hear your melodies
For it is a rose in any other name
I am foolish, but who am I to blame?
New found friendship in the darkest areas
But it’s not like we are from dark places
You are the light that disrupts hysteria
There’s no need to hide under fake faces
Thank you, my search for that place is finished
That place where loneliness finally dies
That place where joy is, as it should, cherished
That place where despair meets its true demise
I no longer have to travel today
To travel to that place where sadness ends
Because I have found that place, my blue jay
So from now on, what we do shall depend
Shall we travel together tomorrow
To keep fighting everlasting sorrow
What I say and do I mean completely
What I say to you I mean with honesty
But Please do not take my words so feebly
Don’t shrink in front of the face of modesty
You are marvellous, true in every way
You are graceful, so keep dancing like you
You are beautiful, so smile my blue jay
Smile and I shall be marvellous with you
Please take my words to heart, never forget
They are nothing but spectators tonight
You are the main attraction, don’t leave yet
You will rock, no need to be polite right?
You are awesome in each and every way
You are pretty no matter what they say
The Sun is leaving my room by the window
Oh, do not abandon my lips alone, a breeze
Is barely a kiss, return and lay in my bed now
Lock our lips and pay the fee of your Release
Fast, before I recall the last night and blush,
And while my house silently sleeps, remove
Your shirt and untie my gown last bow, Rush
Because I hear the coo of the rooftop’s dove,
Let me hide your face among my bosom,
if you leave a scorching mark, Do not frown
with worry, it will bud like a rose blossom
poured by joyful tears and will overgrown.
I will not look by the window, even a glimpse
My sun remains with me, love is an eclipse.
Take my rose and run with me
Take my rose,
In the middle and deep inside,
Inside billion flowers,
I picked you up,
Your skin like milk,
Your lips like human made sculptor,
Enchanting you are.....
Like diamond you seems precious to me.
Your smile that knocks my feet completely,
Your voice like that of bird in a lonely forest,
You breathe i felt like conditioner breathed,
You take me by the feet,
Lady take my rose....
Lady, you were hardest i ever proposed,
Very long it took to take you into my arms,
I promise i will not burden you with domestic works,
If God blesses, i will by you a robot,
Robot to do all your home chores,
Very enchanting you are,
Like a glass or egg you are fragile,
Babby , i love you,
Take my rose and run with me.
His favorite amongst flowers
The pale pink running rose
This quiet still morn in wee hours
Take Rose note__he will compose
Thinking of her as he writes love
How he ardors her petals
So soft to touch his cheek__ write of
Perfume on mind settle
Just to touch and inhale_beauty
Her beauty at day break
To steal kiss wonderful fruity
Under rose trellis_quiver_ shake
His favorite amongst flowers
Rose that gives scented showers
Upon your days, tedium has imposed,
Dull shades have tinted your point of view,
And each woman yearns the hues of a rose,
A palette that blossoms solely for you.
We, too, were buds once, so tender and small,
The world had its thorns, but petals unfurled,
A trellis we found, so stable and tall,
‘Til autumn came with its frosty upwhirl.
My friend, we both know the strength of one bloom,
When clipped to the quick it grows all the more,
The charm of your words fills hundreds of rooms,
I bestow a bouquet and shout “ENCORE!”
~ Lush Romanticas in rouged ivory ~
Gifted to you for your sweet poetry.
By Cyndi MacMillan, February 7, 2012
P.D., I really enjoyed bumping into you in the chat rooms. Your exuberance is needed here at Soup. Kooky, vibrant, honest and fierce. Yup! That’s you!
PS- the Romantica Rose is the French version of the English rose, a ‘hardy’, beautiful rose that comes back again and again… ;-)
If you can, click on the about this poem link for a photo of the Romantica.
Infatuation one cold winter fell
like flower blossoms white to frigid ground.
The secrets that I’d never dared to tell
lay buried like the earth beneath each mound.
An awful truth so haunted me I hid
it underneath the softness of new snow,
and when I’d come to think that I was rid
of it, your love for me began to grow.
That love, like sun, shone fully; soon I felt
your strong desire to understand my heart.
You saw, when you had made the first snow melt,
the ground laid bare. . . it tore us not apart!
From sunlight, passion’s snow, and naked earth
was white spring rose I write of given birth.
Hope is the torch which keeps darkness at bay
a solitary beacon to show us the way
Hope is the magic that greets the new day
and should be the last thing that we give away
Hope is the dream that will come tomorrow
not a simmering mask underneath your sorrow.
Hope is the sparkle when tears fill you eyes
strengthens hellos and softens goodbyes.
So add hope to all that you have planned
cos sometimes roses do grow on sand.......
As last rose of summer opens wider
Night is drawing nigh, rose cutter in hand
The rose clipped in its best stage; placed in cider
Jar that was used up, cleaned_now it will stand
Jar of cider was enjoyed long ago
Remember that day on our honeymoon
You were so young with raven hair my beau
We found that road side stand that afternoon
Bought that jug of cider that was so cold
Refreshing after long ride around mountain
So eager for life that we would build_hold
Hold each other_life; wanting to obtain
I clip that rose_place in memory bottle
One memory revs my motor throttle
If you could accept this rose instead of gold,
It will be the first of a many-colored garden.
While the coins would be just grey and old,
loved only by an ailing and aged warden.
The richest woman on this side of heaven
will lean over the fence to pluck a daisy,
and after they plucked more than seven,
They will throw coins in delighted praise,
But gold, only gold, has no safety in here,
The ravens will fly and take to their nest
And every pine will have their fair share.
Now bring the rose closer to your chest:
The soil is fertile and with motherly care,
Paradise will be a garden blooming on west.