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Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009

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A Rose by any other name ---

Through the hushed whisper of the breeze Flowing through the majestic circling pine trees I sense that I have stepped Into a sacred hallowed space A GARDEN OF ROSES A heady perfume hits the senses Euphoric, Exhilarating, Enticing, Ethereal comes to mind Heaven sighs in a high frequency of vibrations To whisk one away to never before felt heights An Awe descends on me It's as if time itself has frozen A spiritual and mystical alignment Encased In A Timeless Capsule Of Love Reserved for the weary of heart perhaps? Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony Where no negative emotion except love Dares Enter ANGELS SING FROM ABOVE And I feel it deep in my pores I see it in the mother who lifts her child to smell a rose I see the artist who strives to capture its beauty In the frail old lady whose carer brings her wheel chair close to the Blooms In the star crossed lovers In the older couple who stare fascinated at the thorns on the stems Perhaps contemplating their past journey That is now in a blissful state of BLOOM And I wonder to myself Since roses from countries around the world Can bloom in complete harmony Why can’t we as humans do the same?
Footnote: Dedicated to my Mum, whose love for roses shone through with her peaceful nature and her love for peace and harmony in the family. 'La Vie en Rose' was one of her favorite songs. MAY ALL NATIONS LIVE IN PEACE This poem Is Not about the 120 varieties of Roses represented by the best species from 120 different nations. This poem Is Not about the beautiful hues from almost black red, to sanguine reds, pinks, orange, yellows, delicate Harlequin tri-colours of shades of red to cream or the unusual roses of blues and even almost indigos. All these pictures you can see on the net if you look up the Ryoseni Temple in Nara Osaka which we visited on our recent trip to Japan. This poem Is Not about the hundreds and thousands of Rose blossoms encircled by a thousand pine trees. This poem Is About the concept behind this Rose garden established in 1957 as a living prayer for Peace and Harmony among all nations, not long after WWII. This poem Is About the tangible positive, peaceful energy that pervades these gardens. A gentle breath of wind is instrumental to the delicate petals scintillating in orchestration and releasing the beautiful fragrance throughout this massive Rose garden. This is a garden that binds Nations together with Roses that are not only an international symbol of Peace, Romance and Love, but it is no coincidence that it is a species with the highest harmonic vibrational energy frequency of 320 mhz. A most beneficial and elevating energy to our well being. (Humans have a frequency of 62 mhz to 68 mhz at full health). Let’s bring back LOVE & HARMONY people - starting right HERE. For more on the beauty of Japan you may like to visit my poem 'Seduction In Spring - A Haiku Garland' La Vie En Rose sung by Daniela Andrade

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

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To a rose

Ah, sweet bonny flower face
That sits outside my door
Nodding in the eve time
Waking gently in the morn

Nothing so pretty as your pink-tipped petals
Nor as fragrant as you, my rose
Your very existence is poetry
Sprung up in a garden of prose

Ah, but my lacy lillies
Sigh enviously at your grace
And all my quiet pansies
Wish silently for your face

But only you are the queen of flowers
Beautiful now and forever more
You, sweet bonny flower face
Who sits outside my door.

Copyright © Anna Erickson | Year Posted 2012

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Ode To A Desert Rose

Ode to a Desert Rose

Hiding in her desert place
There lives a desert rose
Not much water   little rain
Yet on and on she goes...

Day to day she shows her face
To those who can not see
All her beauty hides the pain
And tears that set her free...

Still there's One who shed His grace
Upon this desert rose
Always with her shall remain
Because her heart He knows.

by~deborah burch©
posted 3/29/2012

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

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The Last White Rose of Summer

I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring, 
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold, 
As it grew and grew and finally petaled 
Into a white, but, quite young rose. 

As a child of youth, it swayed in spring and summer 
Breezes, winds and gales, heat and cold, 
Its petals enlarged and its fragrance became 
A daily delight to inhale whenever bumble bees had gone. 

Maturing, it grew beautifully, along with its siblings, 
Arrayed upon so many branches of its home, the rose bush tree, 
And provided me a diversion by its beauty from my daily 
Worries and concerns - and life's hustles and bustles. 

But alas, summer could not sustain itself beyond its appointed time 
And began fading into fall, that time of red, yellow, brown and golden leaves, 
Browning and dying tall grasses, shortening daylights and cooling evenings, 
Deep into this Indian summer, onward towards winter’s cold and snows. 

It gradually lost a pedal here, a pedal there, a pedal every other day 
And finally had but one white pedal left which I watched fall floatingly 
Down upon browned and yellowed grasses dying, leaving but its sprig 
Upon its home rose tree branch in September breezes. 

It had lived. It was bloomed and went through its cycle of days and months, 
Sunrises, sunsets, moon sets and moon rises of silver shines, 
Folks admiring its beauty and inhaling its stirring fragrances, as I had done, 
And in its time succumbed to natures laws of life and death. 

If it did nothing else, such as make a great discovery, climb Mt. Everest, 
Win Olympic gold medals, become pope in the Vatican, it did a greater thing 
In reminding me life is short; we must enjoy it now – it will be gone tomorrow 
 - This last white rose of summer. 

W.C.Hull © 2012-23-9-772 (D)

Copyright © W.C. Hull | Year Posted 2016

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For The Beautiful Mystic Rose

In many ways, you are immense,
Prevailing in your purpose,
Radiating all shades of Love’s perseverance
As mysteries unfurl 

You are restful,
Peaceful, and undulating with a deep desire to teach
Heal, and inspire

You arouse the senses with your fragrances,
The spirits of old heeding along the waysides
The quiet, silent souls nodding in affirmation
“Resilient, meek, and elegant is she,
Giving and gallant in Love’s guiding wing!”

The mighty Lord smiles in agreement,
His beam lighting every shaded flower

For in truth, every precious petal of hers
Draws these hearts nearer
To the root of her works
To the splendor of her unique magic,
Towards Love and Grace

-this was inspired by Mystic Rose’s  recent series regarding Love- 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016

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Aimee Vibert

Nothing compares to your beauty
Most noble flower in my garden
You bear no malice, having  no thorns 
To prick the finger
Of a blushing bride

You show us your beauty
In a delightful way
No wires to hold your bridal shape
This bouquet is how you were created
A delight to behold.

A delicate perfume 
Do you emit
Subtle in its delight
So all who cast eyes on this beauty
Be enamoured by it's totality.

Penned April 6 2017

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2017

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Ode to Mi Corazon

As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.

Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Her hair,
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.

She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.

She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.

Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.

She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!

We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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In This Garden

This place is full of wonder, full of great sites
A walk in the blissful rays of colored lights
Take me by the hand and pleasure my sensory
Tickle my nose with the smell of your fragrancy
Your tranquility calms me to a state of awe
I could look at you for days and not find any flaw
Even though mistakes can be made
The site of you makes those mistakes fade

Have you ever wondered how your soul can wander?
Bump into each other from far beyond yonder?
Did you ever see the beauty in me?
Even at my worst could you really see?
A shadow of truth, which dwells within these walls
A Utopian garden of truth, which an empty voice calls
Delving in the interior I can only be amazed
By all of the pretty things about you; my feelings are raised

Mesmerized by your being; intellectual with insight
I know that together we will only burn bright
The empty yard is now filled with dreams
Covering the persistence of my piercing screams
A hollow body has been filled
A terrible angst has been killed
And my imagination has now been thrilled
So all we can do from here is build

Still yet, I wonder as I gaze into your radiant eyes
The twists and turns are for frequent surprise
As I get to know you further for who you are
You have given me reason to believe we are up to par
Driven in ways to get the chance to make you mine
I could not give you up, for which you are particularly devine
Within my limits, for I have chose
I confess that I want you, the alluring rose

In this garden which you appease
All of our sorrows will begin to seize
Love is a feeling, it can feel like rain
The drops can be refreshing, or bring lots of pain
I know with you we can be as one
Take a walk in this garden where we won't have to run
I will always remain with you, from dusk until dawn
Just imagine someone there for you, someone who will never be gone.

Written on July 6th, 2016 and posted on July 7th, 2016.
By: Michelle Corbin

Copyright © Michelle Corbin | Year Posted 2016

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Notes of Love Chapter

The horn blew as the wind picked the same moment

The note carried over the field and picking up speed

All memories of him drifted away as the bugle went silent

But she remained until the last rose

Later she would remember his last words

He had told her he would never forget her

And like the last star that goes where stars go

She went there as well

She went to that last rose and was comforted

She could feel his hands

She could smell his scent

And she saw the uniform and the horn

They met when he returned from the war and he had limped

He limped with warmth and with no complaint

They had one son  but he did one too many bags

He carried his bags up his arm

And there was no bugle or wind

But there were roses and tears

They got through it with love and his limp

They sat on the porch rocking and remembered

Until his limp grew slower and the horn played

But the rose ...............

Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012

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A Letter To Rose

A Letter To Rose

Hello Rose,

I know that you have questions and have missed me as much as I am missing you. I do not like excuses, but there really is a good reason for my infrequent visits. Of course there are others, like Tulip and Lillie to whom I must give my attention;but you know that I treasure and favor you above all other flowers in my garden.

I know that this summer has been very hard on you, but there’s nothing I can do. As you know, we have been in a drought for the past three years and counting. My once green lawn that must now tolerate brown, is longing for more water; but the authorities require that we water lawns and gardens only twice a week.

I know how you must feel, and I am so sorry to have to treat you this  way.
I feel your pain, and it makes me so sad inside. It makes me cry that your external beauty no longer shows; but yet, I love you no less, because your true beauty is deeper than the sea.  In a little while, you will blossom again for me.

It hurts me that I can’t smell your sweet fragrance nor feast on your  loveliness. Your beautiful colors of red, white, and purple, no longer embrace my front yard; nor do  they grace my living room.

However,  the weather people are predicting a wet winter that could improve things!  I hope so, because I will cut back your branches, allowing you to grow new ones.  And come late Winter and early Spring, you will burst force in splendor and elegance.
11072015 PS Contest, Ode To Flower (s), Hamilton;( PS Contest, Second Chance, by Broken Wings")

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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I Know a Girl Called Rose

I know a girl; her name is Rose.
She has long hair that’s thick and dark,
and sad, green eyes above her nose;
and she can sing just like a lark.

She loves to read, and is well-read:
she’s a genius, and knows a lot—
in truth, there’s so much in her head
to now attempt than just let rot.

Glad to say she’s now a student
enrolled in classes at a college:—
how wonderful, how elegant
that she’s in a place of knowledge!

‘Ere long, she’ll finish with honors
and graduate with distinction
with a master’s conferred upon her
to pursue disease intervention.

In all this time, I’ll support her
and be the best friend that she needs;
I’ll be there just to exhort her
and heal her wounds in case she bleeds.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2016

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By Any other Name

  Your sweet allure seduces butterflies in flight
   Thy beauty charms the dew of dawn
 Your fragrance is such sweet delight
 To your bouquet lovers are drawn
With each color that adorns you
 Your beauty remains unmatched
 Each color has a meaning too;
  Purity, if adorned in white 
  You bestow friendship with yellow hues
 Joy thrives in petals pink
 In any hue your beauty never shrinks
 Red bouquet means love is true
 Love by any other name, is you

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

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Dear Mom(A sons goodbye)

                                                 Life is delicate like
                                               a rose on a cool fall
                                               morning then without
                                               warning life is taken away.
                                                 I cry not for the rose who's
                                               petals lay scattered at me feet
                                               but for everything else that has

                                                 I cry for the leaves who's leaves crush
                                              like power in my hand and for the flowers
                                              which droop and sag...

                                                 A mother who left this world too
                                              soon and for her pain in till death finely

                                                 The world is a lot different place
                                               with you gone... But a son has to
                                               move on he can't keep thinking 
                                               something wrong...

                                                He can't keep being sad and blue
                                              don't worry I'll always love you... I'll never
                                              forget the love we shared and how much
                                              you cared...  I love you

Copyright © Anthony Nacke | Year Posted 2005

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Sweet rose,my eyes do not believe
the vision that they now perceive,
Around the corner I did come,
along the path, toward my home,
When, looking up, I met a sight,
that filled my heart with pure delight,
Your beauty caught me in it's grasp,
now, I can only look and gasp,
For you were created, oh, loveliest flower,
within mother nature's most finest hour!.

Copyright © June Fone | Year Posted 2010

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Ode: Along Came Rose

A Rose without thorns or thistles
      found her way into my life;
like a ray of light and of love,
      she pierced my inward strife.

From faraway she appeared, 
      sage, young and maiden;
and as she grew closer to me,
      she saw in me her twin.

But from fear and from distrust
      I sought to push her away:
For I feared to let her in and 
      let her have with me her sway.

This I did twice now already—
      but dear God in Heaven!—
by doing thus all I’ve achieved
      was hurting my 'oft-hurt twin!

Alas, alas! what have I done
     to one so giving and so kind?
I am unworthy of her friendship
     and of her heart and lovely mind.

But…O happy, happy day for me!
      With her great heart and soul
she forgave my double offense
      so that we may again be whole. 

My comely, long and sable-haired Rose
      with your apple-green eyes!
How good to me you are,—how kind,
      how mild, how sweet, and how wise!

I am so honored that you call
      yourself my twin and equal,
a version of me at twenty-five:--
      indeed, we are reciprocal.

You have so much potential and
     mastered so much, dear Rose,
that you ought not have to live
      under self-doubt’s shadows.

Sadly, you once said to me: “Men
      like me, but I don’t see why.”
But I see why, dear--for those you  
      care for you would give and die.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2015

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Ode: To Rose

Of your repute may I gladly 
shout and aver this day most well? 
You are foremost a high-born lady 
of style whereof I'd love to tell, 
a princess that's sage and lovely—
whose mind is like a fertile dell. 
You are too oft’ a raven-haired 
of graciousness that's seldom seen.  
You are the friend that boldly dared 
to be the one and hopeful Queen, 
a source of ruth who cried and shared 
her tears through eyes of limpid green.  
You are to souls a fresh new start,  
a renaissance of hope that's true:—
a gift of grace to the contrite heart 
and to the lost that no one knew;
you are thus the most blessèd part 
of faith and joy that now ensue.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2016

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Our Valentine's Day

They say we tend to like things more that we can easily relate to,

and this is my first time celebrating Valentines Day with a girl and we're both introverted so one could say there will be no need for a take two,

and no amount of money spent could ever be worth more than the time I've spent with you, 

you're my other half always looking to the left so I know when I get that feeling that this time it's right, falling right into your arms feels like home even when I'm gone, 

and everything that's real seems to be fake or never last long, 

like a rose picked from the garden, 

you're my favorite and I'm glad I chose u, 

but this rose is made up of something different that mixed together is now more than perfect and I know from the look I get every time I hold u,

baby will u Be my paper rose?

because the real ones always die, 

and now a days when it's fake people try harder and then ask themselves every night why, 

or baby be my fake rose because they last longer than an actual rose. .....

pedals slowing falling dying representing every tear I ever cried,

so baby be my rose the kind that never dies, 

because in the end all I want is just a little more time before the final goodbye.

P.S. I love you more

Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016

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ODE TO A PERFECT ROSE TO MY ROSE Oh rose, with velveteen ears, so soft and tender in years. So sensuous to rub between fingers. Oh how your romantic fragrance lingers! MY ROSE REPLIES Your admiration as you twirl my stem, and form my beatific name into a meme, as a memory, a pressed prayer, so holy. You treasure me and sing my praise, slowly. MY FINAL WORDS Indeed, oh magnificent flower, I can share : how you tango between my teeth & decorate my hair. You exude so much happiness, so perfectly red. I close my eyes and dream of you, as your petals touch my bed. 4/3/2017 Shadow Hamilton's Ode to Flowers Contest

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017

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Ode To Gentle Rose

It took years before I even recognized how special you were.
I simply never realized that anything like you ever existed.                               After my wife informed me of you, I became very fond of you.

In our garden on a former property, we had both thorn                                          and non thorn roses like you.  Of course I picked from both;
but nothing was more pleasant that picking you, my dear.                                                    

I only wish that we could have brought all our roses with us                                           when we sold the property, rather than having to start over.
Having lived for five years in our present property, we have yet                                       to own the your variety of roses that never ask for blood.

We were able to take one or two plants with us, but not you.                                O Gentle Rose, you were my most favored rose variety;                                    but unfortunately, we could not take you with us.                                    
If a person has never picked a rose, chances are                                                              that he has never been pricked by a rose thorn.                                                  

Picking roses is a lovely chore, but being pricked                                                   can leave one with an uncomfortable little sore.
My Gentle Rose, it would be a dream to own a                                                             garden filled with the likes of your beauty. 

I often think of your gentleness, and I miss your friendly wave.                                                                                                     
I tell everyone, if you should come to own such special rose, keep her close.                                 All roses are lovely to me, but none so dear as you, my Gentle Rose.                  
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Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017

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Black Rose

She sits at her mirror brushing her hair, dressed in black velvet with just the right 
She puts on her makeup with ever an ease, ready for the night, ready to please.
She picks up her flower and closes the door, its sunset this evening, who could ask for 

She walks through the tall grass with a graceful pose, she bends down to lay her perfect 
black rose.
She wipes the tears that fill up her eyes and visions of the past marquis the skies.

He was her love, her dream come true, but God said "now I  have to take him from you".
She wanders back home and enters the door, pictures of him scattered all over the floor.
Upstairs she ascends, ready to sleep, with visions of him, she begins to weep.

She lays on the bed, not a sound to be heard, she whispers, "I love you" but he never 
utters a word.


Copyright © jamie mallinson | Year Posted 2005