Each day another velvet petal fell
Like somber tears from weeping eyes
A perfect flower was severed to quell
It lay withering as it drooped and died
Perfect flower, from bud to bloom
Sweet-scented rose, it was no wonder
That stifled in that sepulcher room
You were enshrined, awaiting plunder
Sadness lingers in me over your demise
Withered petals are always a cause for pain
But I'll remember you without tears in my eyes
The memory of your fragrance shall remain
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2015
Parents so proud
Four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland
In the pre-war days
On their crofts they worked
Morning till night
Unknown to them then
Of a future fight
The Germans have invaded
A country so free
Poland was taken
The world shaken visually
Britain declares war
As our men enlist
To rid the enemy
As the fighting shifts
In a feverish war
Many are dying
To comprehend what for
The four brothers
Sign up to fight
As a mother will pray
Campaigns they fight
In these theatres of war
Never seen before
In their garden at home
On the family crofts
A bed of roses
With petals so soft
Then one day
With a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red
In deathly stance
Their mother turns
To the gate she looks
Telegram in hand
From the postman she took
With trembling hands
She opens with care
Upon reading the message
In tear laden stare
Their eldest son
In Africa was lost
As many many others
Deaths global cost
As she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom
Her tomorrow's fear grows
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
Hidden on a lonely old daunting road
Dark and melancholy clandestine
Cemetery weary of last tears sowed.
Undecipherable daunting shrines
Bracing cold marble and granite tombstones
Deeply rooted in hard defiant earth matter
Some leaned drunkenly upon its groans
Others stood in various states of disrepair
Cracked or chipped, inscriptions, some eroded smooth
mats of moss and ivy clasp to its bosoms.
Forgotten as they start to fade, embraced
in wild vegetation, pits and mounds of
decaying falling trees, and lace lichen.
Uncertain of how many vessels interred there
haunting the graveyard that time has soothed.
Sad voices from the past echo
overwhelming weeping emotions
expressed sorrow and grief that won’t let go.
Lived a life, but some died as an unknown
in its stillness surrounded not wanting
to be alone watching the world grow old.
I step into this unforgotten cemetery,
embracing a bouquet of yellow roses in my arms
looking for a departed loved one.
To no avail
I laid a single rose and said a silent prayer
with tears of wonder and sadness
and grieve for all these forgotten souls.
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Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?
For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.
From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.
As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.
Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013
The Bloom Off The Flower, Dying Of The Rose
Old,blind and very ill, they wait to die
Growing cold with chill they sadly lie.
Ravages of Time eats away heart and might
Until sunny day becomes a darkened night.
In this world Time brings on that spirit
Savaging body, so silent we never hear it.
Broken down,resting in an old folk's home
Sad dying souls never again to ever roam.
As Death arrives there is no ringing bell
only the one way trip, to Heaven or Hell.
Or the trip into a dark and long dirt nap
buried deep into the grave's earthen trap.
What was once singing, love and solid gold
now is sin's judgment on these dying old.
Bloom off the flower, dying of the rose
all facing it cry mournfully as it goes!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-18-2015
Note: A dark one but much truth rests deep within.
Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
When at a festive dance we met
In gold were those dear moments set.
We synchronised so sweetly
Without any gaucherie.
The hours like fleeting seconds sped
Our present to our future wed
But that reverie did sadly melt
The way that Eden itself did wilt..
Trepidation on Boots' corner grew
To meet you on our first rendezvous.
Glistening was the pavement wet
As the seconds just like hours crept
Were butterflies afflicting you
As your bus near the city drew?
Our first meeting had been heart-true
Could our first date idly fall through?
No,it blossomed,bloomed and it grew.
Auguries fair were in the air
Glittering prizes ours to share.
Your aunt the perfect match us deemed
And so to all around it seemed
But beware the tree of knowledge.
We eventually split
Although still one in spirit.
Yet one glimmer of hope remained
A letter from Calella came
But answer there was not
The die was cast
The spell it broke.
From that blank day until now
That omission our sorrow
Our beds were with other loves made
And" Of it make the best,"we prayed.
Would our union have been heaven sent?
But those golden moments refulgent
Forever enshrined in memory
An epitaph must now be written
For harsh Death has my sweet Rose smitten
My golden girl was taken today
Eternity but a breath away.
Copyright © denis bruce | Year Posted 2011
Black gold, velvet beauty rose bud
Lost in thy dreams you carry
Found dying in mourning flood
Glancing upon your last stanza’s guard
Silent mantra and strips of sward
Love song breathe sadness, farewells wary
Pain thunders unmanageably hard
Shard ashes buried once tainted by lifeblood
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Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
A single petal falls
She turns her back on the grave
A single tear falls.
Copyright © Theodora Sterling | Year Posted 2016
The mistake of one careless night
Became a plague for a thousand years
She couldn't guard her farm
And will let any man come and plough
when she was lost in the spell of ecstasy
It didn't take extra time to sow
Formed by the biology of nature
She never knew
That it baked a piece of Gold
So when for shame,
she didn't think twice
The Golden foetus was wiped out
Didn't get to wear his crown
Copyright © victor nwakanma | Year Posted 2016
Proud helm of polished sterling
mirrors warming sunlight,
sprightly candle lights.
Valiant lithe vase,
subtle strength known
slender and tall,
rigidly mourns the passing
of his velvet,
Copyright © Wayne Kingston | Year Posted 2017
A single White Rose,
a drop of blood
stains the hope
enclosed in her hands.
Copyright © Angie Thomas | Year Posted 2016
The ebony overwhelmed every
crimson of the wilting flower
and the masquerade was slowly
beginning to show.
Was it the veneer of death it had put up
or was it truly heading towards obscurity?
Aloof, broken off from a living plant
sutured to a sponge in an opaque vase
it no more wished to hypnotise.
Copyright © Afroze Ali | Year Posted 2017