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Villanelle Rose Poems | Villanelle Poems About Rose

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Buorbon Rose

She blooms along the old stone wall,
the puissant scented Bourbon Rose,
intoxicating one and all.

Tenacious strength, green vines grown tall,
tender pink and thorns juxtapose,
she blooms, along the old stone wall.

Bountiful blush, sweet siren call
when soft summer breeze fragrant blows,
intoxicating one and all.

Upon the street pink petals fall
the path to paradise disclose,
she blooms along the old stone wall.

Delicate beauty fates enthrall,
to each a peaceful place transpose
intoxicating one and all.

Each blossom yearns, so sweet and small
where love’s magical beauty glows,
she blooms along the old stone wall
intoxicating one and all.

Copyright © Krow Fischer | Year Posted 2010

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The Scattered Petals of The Rose

What would be the reason, the path that they chose.
In the mind, that point of time, it seemed to be so right;
To walk upon the path of scattered petals of the rose.

New beginnings, wrapped in ribbons and tied with bows;
Veiled with lace and a dress of pearl beads, glisten white.
A dream fulfilled at  the end of the path that they chose.

People gather to witness in their garish clothes;
Seated in anticipation on wooden pews to view hearts in flight.
Watching as the path is scattered with petals of the rose.

Forever, forever is the hope of the vows, and that it grows.
To keep the inner embers glowing, no blinding light;
As not to wilt the scattered petals of the rose.

Challenges the  body, and soul and what they expose.
Always the truth, the need to be right or to be contrite;
Remembering always the reason it was the path they chose.

Not to give in to the intoxicated spite, the loneliness of night;
Viewing the self, reflective and truthful as moonlight.
Remembering always the reason it was path they chose;
To cherish always the path of the fragile petals of the rose.

Copyright © Jeanne Berger | Year Posted 2007