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Details | Free verse |

My Favorite Devonshire

Winter's Rose

white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
     stroked by cracks
            wrinkles that have weathered life
                 skin once firmly packed sags

in the mirror a figure she doesn’t recognize
    but she laughs
          budding spring beauty
               summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless evenings

restless rebellion came with fall
     withering, yearning

but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
     resignation, acceptance of a life well-lived
               a spirit that will never die

winter’s rose smiles, prepares for eternal life

*Entry for Gail's "Inspirational" poems contest
by Carolyn Devonshire

I can't believe the wonderful contest idea I have been missing out on since I took my brief break from Soup this past weekend. I came back to find many posts of Carolyn Devonshire's most amazing work. And so it was my goal tonight before logging off, to look through my list of favorites and see which one I would choose to showcase. 

Well, there were at least five of her poems that I just loved: "A Forgotten Box," the senryu set "Candlelight Passion," an adorable personification of flowers called "Flower Prom," the profound poem of imagination called "Unicorn," and last but not least, the one shown above here, "Winter's Rose." I decided on this one because earlier today in talking with Carolyn, she expressed to me that "Winter's Rose" happened to be one of her personal favorites. I was so pleased to discover that it was also one I had chosen to put into MY favorites list about a month ago! 

"Winter's Rose" is a poet's look into her own soul. And she uses metaphors of the seasons, something I personally enjoy doing in my own poetry. I love when Carolyn writes this way and I agree with her, this is one of her very best free verse poems ever! I hope Carolyn will continue with her restless spirit well into the deepest of winters. She is an awesome friend and poet! (Carolyn, may your memories be happy ones always. And know that you have many friends here rooting for you. Luv, Andrea )

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

Details | List |

Fragrant Color from the Torn Rose

Dive inside the rainbow
fill your hair up with
Let go of the wind and
follow the sound of
haunting wolves.
Let your demons collapse
you, and your bitter angels
astounded words from
your holly lips.

Green leaves sailing across
the heaven sky.
I sometimes wish I was free
falling never looking down
just spreading my wings making
lonely dove sounds.

Holly sea where does the
sunset cry?
Why must we rain again?
Our broken rocks are
Under us this sand and

Thunder is a rolling in
better turn your eyes
toward the north.
Save the wind.
Mother Earth,
if I could have just one more day,
I would change the weather for a better way.

I am a rose and a sailor,
cold and torn, but I win
the fragrant color, the lessons
blend as one.

Copyright © Misty Lackey | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Flora's Barter

Flora’s Barter

Behold the girl
Reciting in the gardens
Emily Grace
Poetic voice to sharpen
Enhaling scents
From flowers freely lent
Lyrical verses
Flora’s barter well spent 

Behold the rose
Growing on the arbor posed
Enriched by the words
Read from books composed
Rising higher still
Glancing over shoulder bold
Pink as sunkissed cheeks
Reading poems spun of gold

Behold the paths
Lined with blooming flowers
Embracing hymns
Of lyrics that impower
Strolling along
Lost in tranquil setting
Garden of verses
Blooms well worth investing

All rights reserved ............... 2/21/13
Poem based on Edmund Blair Leighton's painting, “Sweet Solitude”

Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

The Shimmering Rose

(free Verse)

My soul and his are binded by ageless 
And borderless miles of dreams, floating 
Inside my mind by centuries of unfulfilled 
And caressed wishes still shimmering in waters of blue. 

I still belonged to this earth,unbounded with dreams 
Wrapped up in coils of graphite and gold. 
Dispersing all kind of wishes to dreamers with 
Dreams from early love visions,and kingdoms untold, 

As disguises his face for me not to see, who's 
Behind the mask, as he's meant to wander untied, and 
Carefree,to all those vast and green hills,that I see down 
Below,and as a butterfly myself, boundles I go happy running to him. 

As he beckons me with his hynotizing and forceful stare, 
To which only in dreams I could have had ever conceived, 
As he kisses my lips so sweet and offers me to come to him, 
In death, sadly I had to decline, also with tears in my eyes. 

Because I still belonged here, bonded so much to the earth,boundless 
But still, tied and sewn to this mortal body, by fragile threads...of gold 

© Dorian Petersen Potter 
Aka ladydp2000 


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2008

Details | Verse |

Shock The Rose

You cannot let it drop, the imaginary subtexts,
The ideas of reference in each line, each word,
Are you so important that it all is meant for you?
Or do you know deep down it’s simply too absurd?

I have kept each page of hatred you have sent,
Like a butterfly collector pinions wings onto boards,
In the electric yellow vaults of micro folders,
On hard drives and in memory meticulously stored.

Each savage comment copied, each venomous critique,
Each post of warped disgust, distorted and obtuse,
Each schizophrenic typo, every rant and every rave, 
Every message of dementia, every email of abuse.

So I really have to tell you I have had more than enough,
And the evidence provided by your paranoiac prose,
Gives me all I ever needed to turn the game around,
Hold on tight and watch and wait, for it’s time to shock the rose.

Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005

Details | Couplet |

A Tongue Is Like A Rose

My friend, I rather not learn to speak 
In thy tongue that really makes one sick

A tongue lovely as early morn rose
And deadly like her own prickly toes


Inspired by a nasty comment I got 
For winning the PS Poetry Contest.

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008

Details | Bio |

A withering rose

The night has drawn
My eyes are like the wilted roses 
They have lost their beauty 
And crispy appeal
But my mission 
I feel 
Is strong 
So all nightlong 
Where my light shall carry 
My pen will quiver 
And try to deliver 
A line or two 
For you 
In hopes you shall find 
My words envelope your mind 
With the glory the rose once held 
And I shall not rest, till my eyes are swelled 

Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008

Details | Verse |


Flowers of fame
Bloom with your name
For a brief day,
Then wilt away.

Petals you clutch
Crush with your touch,
Powdering to
Dust before you.

Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009