Constance La France Poet Rhyme

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Death: My Bed of Roses

  When I was a young girl death took my hand,
       and over the years has become my friend:
    the cemetery more like a woodland,
         with sorrow I go beyond and transcend;
      of death many words I have penned.

  I recall those rooms full of scented rose,
       tears falling that are now shadows in time:
    my life was ravaged-  my heart and soul froze,
         but, now this place of tears is where birds chime;
      like a sweet symphony sublime.

         And in my last gasp-   death will hold my hand;
             leading me towards that heavenly land.

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March 20, 2023


Poetry/Rhyme/Death: My Bed Of Roses
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1532-879-20
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, A Simple Poetry Contest
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged  03/30/2023

Eighth Place

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Sam Kauffman March 31, 2023 at 11:42 AM What an amazing perspective Constance so beautifully enunciated in your words of faith. Yes, we will open our eyes to glory without pain, tears or heartbreaks! Thank you for this lovely, gentle poem. Blessings of peace to you! Constance La France March 31, 2023 at 1:47 PM Sam, thank you so much for the nice comment and compliment !

Christuraj Alex March 30, 2023 at 10:17 PM " death will hold my hand; leading me towards that heavenly land" - like a father or moth leading their child. Beautiful writing, as usual. Congratulations! Constance La France March 31, 2023 at 1:49 PM Christuraj, thank you so much for the comment, compliment and congratulations. I know most people see death as a dark scary vision, but I don't see it that way !

Barbara Barry-Nishanian March 30, 2023 at 8:48 PM "Rooms full of scented roses." Who doesn't recall that scent! There yesterday hate to say... one day those in their graves will hear God voice and come out, As Job 14 describes so well. Congrats on win! Constance La France March 31, 2023 at 1:50 PM Barbara, thank you so much for the comment and congratulations, the sweet smell of roses is a hard memory to forget !

Linda Alice Fowler March 30, 2023 at 5:23 PM A fine look at death and hereafter Constance. Congratulations on your win! :) Constance La France March 31, 2023 at 1:51 PM Linda, thank you so much for the compliment and congratulations !

John Lawless March 30, 2023 at 1:03 PM Nicely done Constance, smooth flow and rhyme framing the endless sting of death's sorrows. Thanks for entering the contest Constance La France March 30, 2023 at 2:36 PM John, thank you so much for the contest, my placement, and the compliment !

Jack Horne March 25, 2023 at 8:32 AM this is beautiful, especially loved the last two lines x Constance La France March 25, 2023 at 9:18 AM Jack, thank you so much for the compliment, I love those last two lines also, blessings, Constance

Paige Hind March 21, 2023 at 11:18 AM Beautiful poem! Constance La France March 21, 2023 at 3:59 PM Paige, thank you so much for the compliment, blessings, Constance