Bereavement Rose Poems

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Details | Rhyme |

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




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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 Europe's engulfed In a feverish war Many are dying To comprehend what for The four brothers Sign up to fight As a mother will pray Every night Campaigns they fight In these theatres of war Witnessing horrors 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 Every day As she passes the rose It's pink petals bloom Her tomorrow's fear grows .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
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




Details | Rhyme |
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

Details | Rhyme |
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

Details | Rhyme |
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 
At least.

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

Details | Free verse |
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 10/27/2016 .-.- , , , . ‘_ ‘ ) ` - . . >` ‘ ( / . . . . `I . . I l. . . . .). . . l ( . . . . `) . . ) ‘ = (l / . =’ ` - .` . – , . `) l 11 _.-‘l 11(_,/ ..( l .’ ` 1(1(.. 11. / (`1/1..1/(, 11 11 _.-‘l 11(_,/ /
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Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |
A single petal falls
She turns her back on the grave
A single tear falls.

Copyright © Theodora Sterling | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

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
Murder!
Another king
Didn't get to wear his crown

Copyright © victor nwakanma | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
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, 
crimson, 
rosette.

~~~~~~~~~

(rose guardian)

Copyright © Wayne Kingston | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
A single White Rose,
a drop of blood
stains the hope
enclosed in her hands.

Copyright © Angie Thomas | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
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.

Date:5-6-17

Copyright © Afroze Ali | Year Posted 2017