Rose Poems | Examples of Rose Poetry

Alongside me in rain and shine she walks her life on her own terms, setting the course on the pathway she likes to pave. Probing nameless people uncalled, she may descry break the fence of her protected privacy and pry, ask incisive questions to slice her persona. She doesn’t ever care to respond. In our passionate journey together for so many years I’ve...

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Forsooth, no Rose can favorably compare to our singular Rose of Soup how she loops our hearts into enchanted bows perennial of Love’s eternal garden --...

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Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. Souls arrive on earth compelled to survive dramatic impacts. Each child of spirit will eventually reach for reasons to be here. Living finds the soul striving for intangible roots, tangibly real. Foundations are sought to lead, gift and...

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my soul-rose has a fulcrum sometimes veined petals spread a c R o Ss skies unknown thorns ready for piercing when blood too...

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Line of Inquiry - track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. People murmured, she’s the rose among the thorns When they saw me playing with my brothers, not alone Same line was heard more often around When I raced with little boys, just to get a crown. Then, I always...

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Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. By Unseeking Seeker From whence comes the fragrance of a flower? At its fulcrum, the floral organs attach to the stalk, which has poked up out of the earth to sprout the beautiful petals - that sweet-scented face which I...

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Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. petals, fragile – sensitive as the silence who reveals the lost words, the evidence spiritual inklings, listening for hints of spice and mystery murmuring beneath the frail majesty blessing the soul who can see what it means to link the heady aroma of...

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Stamens and pistils delicately poised Shamans and pistols making too much noise Soft buzz preferred, a silencer’s desired Pollinator’s sense the triggers just fired Nectar brings balance agape open wide Willing the seeker to do laps inside Comes with a snag also stitch in the side Fulcrum of a rose the thorn realised My soul’s not a flower just gives...

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They say the scent begins in bloom, But I have felt it in the fold– where petals hide, and shadows loom, not where the colour are bold. It lives between the bloom and  bruise, a hush the sunlight doesn't see. It stays with those who never choose, to shine, but still learn how to be.  I found it's centre,...

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Line of inquiry: Track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within your soul~~ The wired airplane sits upon a single ...

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The crescent ~ half awake, yet wholly aware, like the essence of my presence ~ drowsy and divine ~ glowing in golden hues is the mentor leading me through scented silence. I am the thorn and the petal, the yin and yang, the dusk and dawn, the salt and smoke ~ an ember of fire creased in lunar light, a...

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I follow its scent; that does waft to my nose.' From thence To my soul.' Where it sooths my senses in sensual glow.'...

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If we can only smell the soul, will it then smell like the rose? in gentle aroma of passing breeze, in morning fresh dew-swept air? can we at birth of a little one, breathe-in essence of his deeper self, past the innocence of his smile, can we see a universe entire? do roses then live a spiritual life, and speak with god with...

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The northern wind sweeps away with the arctic gale the swathing grandeur of my mesmerizing garden. The pallid patina of the distressed florid petals freezes beneath the withering frost of discontent. Seraphic spring saunters in the air with ripples of rapture from the garden of Eden up above the veil of blue. The spectrum of hues cascades in splendored...

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