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Alliteration Rose Poems | Alliteration Poems About Rose

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INDIGO GARDEN INDIGO ROSE

The red rose may be beautiful or grand
Sensual even LOVELY.  But still  only a
WINSOME  rose.
THEN....I strolled the garden BLUE
I saw the INDIGO ROSE 

The BLUEST I had ever seen
A TEASING picture of the 
stunning QUEEN.
The blue ROSE is EXOTIC, she feeds 
The WINSOME ROSE shame with
Professional precision on a petal plate
Of pleasing purity.

Shades of BRILLIANT blue FLASH ACROSS A MOVIE
SCREEN BLUE VIXEN SUPREME
She sends the entire garden into bland oblivion.
A blue diamond glimmering in a GOLDEN heaven.
All other roses WILT of envy clamoring at her
Heels with CONGESTED JEALOUSLY.

When I set eyes upon this ROSE it so inspired me
To see what had not been seen.
The INDIGO GARDEN and all its splendor
Magnificent  presence
Pleasantly BEING. 
THE IMMEASURABLE SOUL OF THE
INDIGO GARDEN

MAGNETIC practically hypnotizing
Immensely MESMERIZING 
These are the INDIGO GARDEN guarded
Secrets I've been knowing

THE INDIGO WAY
ALWAYS THE INDIGO ROSE FOREVER

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015



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My Roses - 4 Lines

My Roses The palest, pastel, roses with pink petals stood Within a pretty porcelain vase of creamy white. He proudly left them there for me, a pure delight... Large and lovely, long-stemmed, leafy, lush...luxurious! Sandra M. Haight ~2nd Place~ Contest: 4 Line Contest Sponsor: Silent One Judged: 12/20/2015 1st line - Anagram - (palest, pastel, petals) 2nd and 3rd line - Couplet 4th line - Alliteration

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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The Red Rose Declines

The red rose declines in the cruelty of time
gentle sunsets fade in the midst 
from barely lonely skies,
silver streams die.

What of those days of sweet bliss
the tunes of a symphonic kiss
my soul miss,
and orbs of light are close

in search of emerald nights
the stalks of white ghosts
creeping softly upon shades of grey
the touch of deadly strokes.

Visions of slanted monsoons,
and flawless white pearl moons
hanging above the tides
 those opalescent hues of fire. 

Fall flaming chariots of deliverance 
oceans a glint 
billows glistening 
in gloaming of earth's tint.

The mystery of the quiet still
shards of glass scattered
across the twilight atmosphere
diamond coated tears.

Sublime, jet stream geyzers
and star night gazers
infuse scientific minds
like eagles soar high.

The beautiful water lily flower,
the Japanese iris,
 red bark cypress
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there traced divine knowledge.

The minerals of the soil,
and treasures of spoil
the naked eye, though it be
finite will see.

Yet seasons come swiftly
Autumn, Summer, Fall, and Spring,
but still the red rose declines
in the cruelty of time.





Copyright © Phillip Knox | Year Posted 2012

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Fallen Flower Flame

I painted the pests of parasites onto my own petals, blossoms and buds.
Wilted and weak, I remained bleak from all the blackouts.
Nauseous from ignoring mother nature's nectar, my greens grayed and my reds rusted.
My roots writhed from the rancid rain that I consumed, while the lattice of my leaves languished.
Spinning, I was thinning since my poisoned petals plummeted like falling rain.
Birds, butterflies and bees fled from me as if I was a dying star.
As I began to catch fire from my destructive desire, my thorns turned inward tearing me like a tornado.
The shame of shallow flames showed me a song of my praying spirit.
Rasping and gasping, I briskly blotted out the booze.
Patiently, I pruned my pollution.
Now, a book of blooms where my leaves prosper as pages and my roses rise as words.

1-3-2017

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2017

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African Rose

Genes of motherland made her, black, tender of lips of praise.
Her kind hand, wise mind and loving heart never fails.
Like the rose of covers but bear, of unders, but there.
Though sterm is thorny, rosiness is clear.

There’s a Rose in my heart, rooted deeply via art
There’s a Rose in my heart, weeds rounding her I cut
There’s a Rose in my heart, alive I sense the tune of delight
There’s a Rose in my heart, peer in my soul and uncover my insight

There is a Rose in my heart, flawless of reality finally discovered 
There is a Rose in my heart, balling my crystal this time I thee wed 
There is a Rose in my heart, introspection I made sight of beauty I gained
There is a Rose in my heart, providential I became thorns of disaster I destroyed

A hell of toy once folded my well, and then the rose came by
And uncovered the dark, and I now once again have a well of joy
Oh! Sweet Rose stay, then forever stay
Oh! Dear God I pray for this sweet Rose I Pray 

Copyright © Phindile Tukwayo | Year Posted 2008

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WINTER ROSE

How dainty and shy is she
She is even ever so, she warms the soul.
If you do handle her, handle with carefulness.
If she is approachable at all.

Sweet and delicate a flower 
With a winter strength of gold 
So I suppose she knows her
Elegance

This rose is so admired and LONELY
On winters dance floor.
For none other grows at the frigid
Cusp of this season except this rose

Watch her in the  most  frosted  temperatures,
She hoards  the empathy of passing strangers
On their way to festive affairs.
What a dizzying fanciful dessert 

Any and every heart would dote deliriously
One of life's priorities, this golden rose
Rosy, rosier, rosiest
Every other rose knows 

Fancies her, most fanciest, she's fancier
With her white snowflake dress 
The most  alluring. The golden quiet
Queen knowing her pose and poise

With silent rejoice.

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2017

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I RODE A ROSE

Like beautified
Double-winged butterfly
Took a ride beautiful

There I rose
And you I rode
On petals of a rose.

So I love
The hive of your love
For thence scent I rode.

In cool breezy saddle
On bright scented petals
I rode a red rose.

Copyright © Messoh Vincent | Year Posted 2017