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In a silent beckoning From the hearts loving call Where a simple day of beauty falls A white rose opens So pure so free And wings of love In you In me Take flight beyond To drift so free Each delicate petal Of silken love In wind blown dream Rise above Where painted gardens In rainbow mist Flouish beneath A loving kiss

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017

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RED ROSE RULES ~anacreontic verse~ Guard by blue skies on green meadows the lover's roll, a dash of love cause cheeks to blush a classic style, a charming act from nature's art-- to tease her mind, to please her heart. Her smile so bright, he want this right: the scents so pure among all blooms his red rose rules freed from fear shy lips reveal thoughts long hidden from her muse. Eyes wide open hands to her face casting same spell, orbs magnetize on feelings so bliss. They don't want to miss, they start to kiss only the breeze, the birds, the trees witness this tryst. _____________________________ 8:14 pm; January 06, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2016

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I left you out in the winter
watched you shiver from the cold
beauty silently fading
soon you turned the withered rose

Tears freezing as they flowed
for my love you pleaded
a face of pain and desperation
your cries I left unheeded

Now my conscience is never ending
how could i have been so cruel
my flower of beauty
I truly put an end to you

Copyright © ron derby | Year Posted 2009

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I long to see this love we have blossom daily with each passing day 
The beauty of which we can't see but we can feel it all the same
I love it when the sun comes up and the birds sing sweetly too
This rose will be on our bench every day of the year I spend with you.

This bench of love is reserved for us for many years to come
Sitting here now I say to you that I want you for the rest of our lives
The rose is a symbol of all that is pure, our trust, our hope and love
Two hearts shall not be broken when they've been blessed by God above.

I promise you that each year will be better than the one before 
A  rose I’ll leave on this bench as each year we’re married passes by
I’m always going to be here for you my darling you’re the one I adore 
This rose represents the longing  in my heart, I want you forevermore.

To show just how much I care I will plant a rose bush here just for you
When I look at our little bench each year and think of how it all began    
I'll remember with pride, that eve I proposed and you said “I will marry you”
As I slipped on the ring, you'd tears in your eyes, as the moon came into view.

When times catches up, grey hair sets in, grandchildren running wild at our side
I hope you'll be by my side on our bench with our roses still growing with love 
But if you're not with me,It won't be hard to remember that night of my life
When I proposed  one beautiful eve, we married and were husband and wife.

Copyright © Pam Woolford | Year Posted 2011

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What is love unless it blooms
With that sweet fragrance lingering in the air
The beauty and passion unfolds to reveal a scentual pleasure
You feel the calling as your body craves just a touch
The soft tenderness and beauty which speaks a truth
There is just nothing quite like a rose...

Edward J Ebbs - August 6, 2012

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2014

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I whispered lightly as a rose
To grease my oily bagpipe,
And sniffing with her hairy nose
A dwarf flew into sight.

‘Pull down your flabby chopsticks, man.’
She ordered like a waiter,
And lowering my name to Stan
Got on all fours to cater.

‘I am Dame Doris Chucklebum.’
She laughed but half an inch.
‘I like things that are rarely done.’
Then stroked me with a pinch.

‘Take back thy sweaty chollocks, love.’
I pleaded like a pro,
And with a hefty boxing glove
Took on the lady so.

It lasted less than half a tick,
Less if you counted slow.
And with a little knowing trick
Fled fleeing on the go.

‘Come back! Don’t go!’ she wept with ploy,
‘I’ll change like Whitney Whopper.’
Enjoying but a little joy
And playing with her chopper.

Copyright © Wayne Riley | Year Posted 2014

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Washing spinning suds
Watching. Thinking on spring things
Carnations in strict 
Formation and blue roses
Poses on balconies.

With BLINDING beauty 
All are blooming and smell of
Fruity confessions
With their beauty fragrant
Fruity concessions they are

Doing their duty making
Life a lovelier WORLD

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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Lyrics for The Rose By Bette Midler 

"Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed 
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed 
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need 
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed 
Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance 
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes a chance 
Its the one that won't be taking, who cannot seem to give 
It's the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live 
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long 
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong 
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow 
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose."

Copied..Not my work..."The Rose" sung and recorded by Bette Midler
Lyrics and Music by Amanda McBroom

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014

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I will not gather roses...
For I have need of only one...

one white Irish rose...
dancing in the sun...

...this sole rose embodies
one raindrop -
...a tear from heaven sent...

...within this signifies...
friendship with love...
this Irish rose can depend...

...a one of a kind...
this rose sole resemblance
drawn unto me...

...this spirit nurtured...
in her perfume truly refined...
pure luxury...

I lay down in this field...
It is here my soul rests...

in the field of the one true rose the field of benevolence... clear is this vision...
...without doubt...
this one Irish rose given...

...this one true love fulfilled...
Everything within me...
...pure as the snow driven...

...for it is not the colour
red I seek...

...she carries this ardently
for me I see...

Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007

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Written August 21, 2013

There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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Who named the rose the flower of Love?

Or is it the flower of passion  or maybe undying lust?

Was there anyone who wasn't pricked by its  thorns?

Wasn't there  anyone who wasn't fooled by its beauty?

Wasn't there ever a wife who tasted the salt of  her tears

to the betrayal of a husband's lover?

Wasn't there ever a lover who  opened the diary of life

to find the wrinkled red petal of years still in waiting

What is the rose,except the scent of imagination

choking  with the  fragrance of never be mine

What's in a name?Who is the rose?Who baptised this flower?

the flower of seasons,the flower who lives in the rough 

hiding its nakedness of pain in delicate and strong

All a rose ever will be is a  birthed  flower which breeze in the  feeling of 

'You are so special' till you realise,all that you have in your hand is,was

                              A  PAPER   ROSE.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2010

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        Beneath my mantle of pure white snow
	        I lay, a perfect rose
      My cloak of snow protects my beauty, 
        	My life and my essence 
	      As winter rages above me, 
    I am safe and warm, from my cloak of snow
	         I am preserved
         I will emerge into the sunlight
           Through the melting snow
    I will emerge into the warm moist dew
      The warm sunlight dries my petals
              My petals are perfect
	        My color is brilliant
          My stem is taught and straight
          My essence long and lingering
              I am a beauty of nature
    I am a symbol of love, beauty and caring
	       I am the Winter Rose

Copyright © Lucinda Schaffner | Year Posted 2011

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April Rose, so beautiful and she knows it.
Her heart is blessed by God, her smile is made so perfect.
Her face brings this light to life, it saves my very existence.
Her little hugs and kisses tug at my heart strings and i cannot resist it.
Her eyes so blue, i fall deep into them so endlessly.
Completely lost without her by my side to laugh and play.
My every breathing moment relies on her to stay.
Her wild free spirit, her love's so sweet.
These simple little things make my heart beat.
I am comforted by the sounds of her pitter pattering feet.
April Rose, i hope you know, you are my heart, my life, my soul....

Copyright © shanna lindsay | Year Posted 2011

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"THE ROSE"  (c)  2014 All Rights Reserved: 




2014 (c) tomkatmandoo (All rights reserved)

Copyright © THOMAS CASWELL | Year Posted 2015

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Anacreontic verse

Bacchus rose
joy purging
xeric throats
choking upon
conflicted aims
dancing naked
fearlessly awash
loosing anger’s soul 
through merriment
wingless spirits
thoughtless thoughts
voices mumbling
wine soaked praise
to numbing’s god.


submitted to – Anacreontic Verse 1 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Edward Ebbs

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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Lord, I would be like Your own sweet Rose
when underneath the world's vain rush
I have been bruised; a wounded thrush,
whose song is trapped within its throat,
who cannot lift to voice one note
its weary head and sorrow knows.

Though I be trampled beneath the throngs
of grasping, pleasure seeking souls
and waves of pain high in me roll,
I would be crushed in silence, deep,
that even my inmost soul would keep
and whisper not of how was wronged.

But ever, as with vengeance black,
they tramp the petals, limp and torn,
would send forth fragrance, sweet and warm,
and bless the feet of that mad crowd,
beneath their onslaught remain bowed
and by Your love turn hatred back.

It was Your wounding, sacred Rose,
the fragrance of Your love for me
blown by the winds of infamy
down from that dark hill, Calvary,
that brought Your passion home to me
and feeds the flower which in me grows.

© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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The cold is coming on 
the wind is moaning high above
the frozen days are long,
let's build a fire, my love

When winter's gone
will you still keep me warm?
When dark skies clear, 
will you leave with the storm?

Outside, our noses freeze
a chill comes whistling through
in drifts up to our knees,
hot when I look at you

When winter's gone,
will you still linger on?
As spring arrives then
where will you be found?

The snow floats gently down
each white lace flake unique
There's no one else around
and we've no need to speak

The sky holds icy stars
that gleam against the crystal blue
the city lights are far
and I'm closer to you

When winter's gone,
will memories stay long?
When icy streams thaw,
will I be alone?

Copyright © Kate Ginsberg | Year Posted 2014

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Red rose
A blacktop cracked, one planted a seed and something sprouted. This seed-like a muscle it kept getting stronger, and the rain poured down on it, and in the morning the suns light showed its growth. The pedals had a few holes, a few bruises; but the buds too come would replace the fragile vulnerabilities of those hurt red pedals. The green stems showed the life that one once thought to be impossible, now here- a red rose grows within the droves of gravel. 
Red Rose
She got stepped on quite a few times,  got passed by and rejected plenty of times too, but the roots kept the strength rooted deeply in her to press on … So no matter what-she smiled to the world with the beauty planted deep inside of her. Warmth and affection no matter what the temperature was she exposed daily- her character. 
Red Rose
A Queen awaiting to be loved, the beloved red rose.
She encompasses deep love and affection, truly loyal in despite of the hiccups, throw-ups, and cruel expectation of world –at times. Her seed was planted and now it’s sprung up to a million plus, red roses like the sea, endless…and she was birthed from the concrete, but now her seeds are planted everywhere you can go on the globe, the beloved red rose. 
Who rose when no one cared, noticed, or gave her a chance, she kept on humbly with the passion and love to grow despite adversity. 
Red Rose
When you smell her its true heaven, when you hold her in your hand- you don’t want to let go of the array of peace; that for a moment brings your soul at ease. You’re hoping that the vases she lives in will keep her living on for more than a few days. The pedals when they fall, the flow of its death as it falls gracefully. Red rose wish you could live forever, but just a moment of your precious life brings a smile on my face, and thankfulness well worth to embrace forever. Beloved red rose. You are loved more than you know.

 © copyright2015

Copyright © Stephanie Gutierrez | Year Posted 2015

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Bright, is the future of thee, 
as bright as the northern star 
you shine through the night in perfect harmony
a beautiful blooming rose, you are. 
When thinking of purity, you are what I see. 
A fragile but strong-willed child, left unable to mar. 
You love others; you never show animosity. 
So, I presume with you I'll stay, 
for you changed me, and saved me from the day.
Thank you for the love you gave to me, 
now my days will be bright, no longer gray. 

Copyright © Jacob Frey | Year Posted 2014

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I looked across the bar and saw her with light golden green eyes and a hint of blue, as the dim lit atmosphere stained them she correspondingly turned

The world then froze as our eyes met for the first time, the stars didn't gleam and the sun didn't shine

She was a beautiful white rose from head to toe

I blinked and as my eyes opened I thought I saw a halo, I closed my eyes then opened them again and there was nothing but she remained
She had a smile like the sunrise and eyes like the sunset

Her hair moved softly as if the wind was embracing it, complimented by her soft cloudy cheeks

Her body was full of life and every curve made me realize there was a God and his work is perfection without any mistakes

As she walked toward me I could see the wind move, flowers breathe, hear hearts beat, and thoughts speak

As she approached me I tucked away all my nervous feelings in my back pocket to pull out all the chivalry and charm I had left

I placed my hand out to hold hers for my introduction, but as soon as I did the conclusion came running

She pulled back, her phone was ringing, so she frantically grabbed her purse and walked away

I guess it wasn’t time to meet my future

God was calling her back to heaven, but when she left brushes of dust fell from the rush

p.s. until we meet again I will strive to be the best man for my angel sent from heaven…THIS IS JUST A POST SCRIPT  

Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016

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In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time

Just to realize

love is whack in the heart of a woman
truly believing the lie of a man 

he strips her of love

as she refuses to lie down and die
accepting a burning bleeding red rose

she stares at the stars

no longer evident in his dull eyes
wondering who is he saving them for

just to realize

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time

Copyright © Barbara Washington | Year Posted 2012

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The essence of her being was righteous

She was perfect in every way and I hope she never changes

Just as the sun comes up every day I don’t want to miss one kiss from you for the rest of my mornings

Just as the moon shines in the darkness I hope I’m the one telling you sweet dreams for the rest of my nights

Because every day and every night you make my life a dream come true

Just as permanent as the ink on my skin I hope I never lose the feeling you give me from within

Please never change because even your imperfections are perfect

You compliment me where I lack and I pick up the jewel another guy left

All your insecurities are diamonds to me 

Because its part of the woman I fell in love with

I swear we were made for each other

God was thinking of me when he was creating you

p.s. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you even if God gave me the chance… 

Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016

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(hook1)       shes sooo goood
                                        that I never have a bad day
                   shes sooo hoood
                                        she knows just how to take me

                   shes sooo goood
                                        that I never have a bad day
                   shes soo hoood
                                        she knows just how to take me

(myverse)   I wish _ that-I- could tell her
  But my words_  would- make her- momma jealous
 its True_ Im consistent- known- as a risk taker
  she blows me a kiss- my foes- are knocked over
I dash in_   her heart   (pausehere

Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2013

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I didn’t have my rose colored glasses
when I saw the things I shouldn’t see
when I heard things that I shouldn’t hear
when life was just to complicated for me to bare

I was too young to understand life’s 
frustrations & peoples temptations & all the situations that caused Revelations

All I needed was someone to give me my rose colored glasses
To protect my eyes from Life's big surprise! 
but not like birthdays! not through these eyes....

But, It’s ok!, I found my glasses! The rose colored one’s... You see, they block out your 
hate, your anger, your jealousy, & betrayal that you have bestowed upon me. So say what 
you want, say what you please. I live through my rose colored glasses & you cant TOUCH 

Copyright © Stacie Finney | Year Posted 2010

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A rose has
bloomed so far,
I get smell,
can't see her.

A rose has
bloomed so high,
Nose gets smell,
can't see Eye.

Daylight comes,
daylight goes;
Sleepless I
love the rose.

Copyright © Sayeed Abubakar | Year Posted 2013

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May I ask what thou art to me 
And may I answer thee most well? 
To me thou art a noble lady 
Of grace whereof I'd love to tell, 
A maiden that's sage and lovely—
Whose mind is like a fertile dell. 
To me thou art a raven-haired 
With nobleness that’s long unseen.  
To me thou art the one who's dared 
To be the best friend I have seen 
With whom I then entrust'd and shared 
Hopes and dreams that have never been. 
But most of all, to me thou art 
A heavensend: a soul most true, 
God's answer to my joyless heart 
And to my life that I did rue;
Thou art to me the greatest part 
Of hope and joy that now ensue.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2016

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In our love darkness fell,
Thunder and lightening shook our shell,
Fire blazing like in hell,
Never knew it was Farewell.

Sad as this may sound,
Picking myself from the ground,
In my search for you I found,
You were not around.

I then found you to give you the aid you were needing,
Like a mothers love  to a baby she is feeding,
Realized it was my heart that was bleeding,
When you refused to help I thought you were kidding.

Watching you go was the hardest part,
Than the bleeding of the heart,
And the truth that,
Our  world was tearing apart.

Like I have been cursed,
Instead of being nursed,
I was replaced,
And lonliness I embraced.

A fool I was not to realize all along,
That what we built was not so strong,
I thought together that's where we belong,
I was blinded I was wrong. 

In my life dot not come again,
As you caused so much pain,
I hope I want be that insane,
Come sun com rain.

Copyright © aisha itimu | Year Posted 2014

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Trees take selfies
By the side of the river
Red green and yellow
Breaks free the fever
Storm rise out of the sand
Hugs the hues in ecstasy
Dense cloud hides the sun
Leaving them in cuddling spree
Tiny waves chat in the water
The trees prance with glee
Gee, passing by I look on
How a red rose is born
Disappears the dark heap
Still water runs deep

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

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Walking around the graveyard
Untaggling his hands from the pocket in his jacket
its clear in his head that he's screaming for something
that something is missing within his heart

Taking off his hat as he sits it on her grave
Pulling out a piece of paper
The death certificate that her name was signed on
a tear falling from his cheek 
he reaches down to pick up the flower he laid there before

crumples at his touch
sitting down the piece of paper
he asked her
how can i love?
when the one i want is not here?

tears fall from his eyes unto the paper 
he lights a candle
sits it by her tombstone

He lays down beside her
listening to the wind
hoping to hear her voice
something he longed for
something that he was missing

he falls asleep
holding the stem of the rose that crumpled before
The pedals fly away with the wind
and the flame of the candle burns out
the rain starts to fall

He lays with his eyes closed
He goes back in time
The rose pedals fall back unto the stem
The paper flies back into his pocket

He walks back into town
Back into the house he was at before
Back at her funeral
to the hospital they were at
When they found out she had cancer
To the church where they got married
To the time when he asked her to marry him
Finally to the place where they met

There story replays again in his mind
he lays cold on the ground beside her
The wind dies down
and the candle starts burning again

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

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You confessed your love for me through a single white rose I smiled genuinely, yet then you turned to hurt me, leaving me behind...lost and alone The rose was nothing but poison to my heart, for 'twas you the evildoer, pressing my finger into its very thorn As the blood inside of me ran cold, deep red drops from the cursed stem silently fell into the snow. I couldn't believe that your intentions were as such, I thought you once promised that you would forever love me... Why risk betraying all of my trust? I cannot see the angel I once glimpsed in your beautiful face... It is now replaced by a mysterious raven, forever intending to be my disgrace My like will remember that winter of December, when you gave me that simple white rose now stained red will fade to black My tears fall and the love I will soon take back as I return the very rose into your cold hand, pale and scarred Your body frozen, so cold and numb as you lie abandoned, mutilating my heart, throwing it in the blood-trickled snow I think of the end of life, holding but one white rose No pain shall I feel, so perfect, so innocent, no horror in my mind, no nightmares now It is time to whisper the final goodbye I have been given the strength, I can now peacefully bid thee farewell Do not forget me I look down at the soft white petals and embrace the only token I have left of you, my little rose so beautiful and pure Forever stained by the blood of my soul is this single white rose The rose of my one true love...

Copyright © Cayla Carr | Year Posted 2012