Social Rose Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
Across the countryside and into the grassland pastures;
inhabits the battle fields that segregate a Peony Rose.
Such as the gentle beauty of the rose that threatens those,
who are drawn to the undisturbed meadows of the divine,
and become caught in the thorn barb and twisted twine.

Coveted by the splendor of our sight,
we horde the natural beauty as it is our given right.
The Peony Roses are captivated in our possessive might.
The beauty must defend or to shatter and remain in a vibrant tatter.

For each life is to begin in the epoch,
of uncertainty, fruitless, and in a perilous world of bitterness.
As for all the desires to be fulfilled in the end of the epoch;
seeking meaning and clarity as their souls,
reaching for sweet unity.  

In the courts,
man throws his mighty stick,
changing the rules, scheming a new trick.
See the weightless power of man
and the fear at hand that he brings.
In the churches,
the prayers of woman 
in a quiet peace,
for a faithful praying
as she sings.

A vicious world with beauty,
hiding as a flower.
Attraction to peril in fury,
as we deviate from a greater power.
Was it a Greater Being’s perfect mistake,
or a beautiful mistake by elements of chance?

In the birth of creativity,
allowing mistakes to creep in.
Seeking the perfect form in nature,
while there is no true formality.

Living with these two extremities,
of the hot desert summers days
and the cold arctic winter nights.
The Peony rose hiding away in the sun rays,
and sleeps under the distant star lights.

Vanity or our pride of youth,
we become prisoners of our own devise.
Dreaming of tomorrow as a given truth.
Selfish thoughts we never considered unwise,
we desire for the things we can never own.
We covet what we see
The beauty we can never be.
The danger of the rose.

The aggressions of a Man
and the tenderness of a Woman
can be read by the hardness of his hands
and the softness of her touch.
Is it the end of a gentle beauty of the rose,
To look at her pedals, smell her sent,
feel her touch,
and still be pained by his thorns in the stem?

Copyright © Mike Jessep | Year Posted 2006

Details | Light Poetry |
I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Tanka |
--**--The Virtuous White Rose--**--

White rose is holy
Matrimony pureness of
Bond between lovers.
Blessing  to Old Rome deceased’s
Chastity and innocence.

White Rose in myth and
Legend was tainted by blood,
Made blush from kiss, thus
Made it red and made it pink
Against its pride purity.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A diminishing Rose Bush
With every pedal plucked, beauty is fading away
Losing its essence of greatness
As we proceed to deplete its history
Life flows away,

I remain standing above
Polluted soil
Stems are bare and exposed
Vulnerable to the world and its nature
I give woes
I give worries
I give troubles
These are my possibilities
Then the death of a rose and destruction
Hits home

Bare my green,
My DNA shows traces of the best soils
Traced back to my mother’s land
Surrounded by fellow planted gold
Some will never know

Doing well isn’t doing well
We can’t bloom unless we unfold
Reproduce the best again
Stop dying daily for less than a win
There’s nothing we can’t do
That we’ve done once again

The next season will bring new pedals
I will never grow pass go anymore
Next year, beauty will flourish
Next season remains to nourish
Each season we should cherished
In our best moments
Each year is the best one of your life.

Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
a pretty white rose
her robe is being filled with
tears from someone's eyes

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

Details | Haiku |
two quills and a rose
on the same wooden table
love triangle

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

Details | Romanticism |
In the night I wake to find you 
Not in bed, only a pillow, which I wetted it 
Once, with tears of wrinkled time 
Lingers silently, beside me

Oh God, not again, I thought
My sleepy round eyes try to search 
In the stillness of the night, where they 
Slowly deflating like a worn tire

I keep my fingers crossed that you’re 
In the kitchen drinking ouzo, your favorite
Yet, my mind is bursting in paroxysm 
Of unusual, silent rage

But then, I heard sound, a familiar music 
Wafting out from the blue room
As I peer through the half-opened door
The dim light helped me see you, the real you

Lying, in contentment, with your admirer 
Her eyes perfectly closed, and your soft falsetto 
Makes her enjoy the warmness 
Of your blood in the cold winter night

She has your smile, and she’s just like you 
Full of secrets, but only not yet spoken
Why do I find, every time, without you near me
That I am this meretricious rose  

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007

Details | Verse |
Small moated manorhouse oriel windows silver mists
White damask silver and crystal tinkling chime sounds
Yew and privet hedges grew over the rose brick facade 
Overlooking a small pond and fountain leading toward
Poodle topiary garden path forking onto a  glinting river
Through the maze her  blushing complexion reddened
The scent of his warm breath fresh musky and alluring
Young ladies are  drawn to him like metal to a magnet
Curved hedge edges came to a dead end Rich chuckle
In the midst of the privy maze safetys kept and hemmed
Savouring  forgotten  scents of deep  pink  rose blooms
Powerful  blood-red  rose perfume that wafted  in waves

Copyright © Mariana pavlich | Year Posted 2006

Details | Epigram |
Gun is a gun and rose is a rose
The first is to kill, the other is to scent
If I must pick one, I’ll choose the latter 
For I can easily give it to my lover

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

Details | Verse |
A penalty pinned down my conscious,
When a high volt power injected me unsuspended shock,
Unawakened and unconscious,
I cried as a fish, out of water.
Imagination of discrimination terrified me,
My soul was jerking with dizziness,
The democratic system was trembling,
The bureaucracy was pinning the nibs into my dreams.
Not only once, terminology of deeds,
Curriculummed deliberation of considerations,
And ranked bribery and recommendations,
To reward innocence and honesty,
To secure human values,
A system was highjacked by think tanks.
As I experienced after applying a vacancy online,
Where home office advertised descriptions of a job,
And declined with direct approach in moments,
I experienced my capabilities,
Home office departments, on various occasions,
Rewarded me, a safe and tolerated direction,
And provoked me to enjoy the fire with my qualifications,
To protect my future from cold weather.
Not only Home office also local councils, 
Highjacked individual progress and prosperity,
Criminality always delivered justice of excuses,
Where democratic equal opportunity services policy,
That was lying dead on a log of ice.
My pain was streaming into flames,
My throat was drying with the taste of equal opportunism.
I was imprisoned into the democratic boundaries,
Where my performance was demarcated into various barriers,
My soul was delivering justice through my poetry,
But my unemployment forced me always,
To learn about high ranked poor and victimized positions, 
And my tolerances run down after touching a sore of sand.
The bubbling rust was claiming superiority,
Law is equal for all.

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2006

Details | ABC |
Omwana ow'essanyu,
ye mwana awulira,
atya bazadde be,
n'abo abamusinga.

Jenifer Rose,
ye mwana gw'emanyi,
ey 'eyisa ng'omuntu,
omwana ow'empisa atya bazadde be.

Simuwana buwanyi,
mubutufu w'ampisa,
mukubo n'awaka.
Jenifer Rose nze mw'ewunya!

Gwe buza maama we,
akubulire  ky 'amanyi
ku mwana ow'essanyu,
asanyusa nabalara.
Jenifer Rose mubutufu y 'asinga!

Katherine  Stella yakola nyo omulimu,
okuyamba omwana we,
okuba ng'omuntu.
Naye ate ffe?


The child of joy,
she's having a humble life,
she respects her  parents,
and those above her.

Jenifer Rose,
she's the child i know,
behave like a human,
a disciplined child respects her parents
at her young age.

I don't just praise her,
but really a humble girl,
on the road and home.
Jenifer Rose i wonder about her!

You ask her mum,
she will tell you the truth,
about a child of joy,
who makes others happy.
Jenifer Rose really she's great!

Katherine  Stella,
she did a good job,
to help her child  to grow at peace.
What about us?

Copyright © sekitto kisakye | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |
My explanation for my insecurity,
in a secure society might still not be clear to me.
Even though I’m status quo, 
my mirror still lies to me
I’m not who I see, 
its what I portray, 
its what I silently say,
like committing suicide in a 
less violent way.
Americans have to pray 
that children don’t grow be to gay,
they’d rather grow to be fake 
You can stunt growth but you can’t take it away,
God creates images of himself,
but why do you feel the need to help, 
makeup and magazines can hide it well,
but one day every person has to face themselves,
society cries to them,
and science lies to them, 
tell that the true beauty lies in those that deprive of them, 
their pursuit of happiness, 
thoughts of irony get unwrinkled by 
textual ironing,
its tiring to be the only one who sees my eye of things. 
I cry tears into a bucket and make my way to the church 
pour them into the holy water
now finally everyone can feel my hurt, 
papers the only thing that will ever feel my words, 
i define my passion, 
it’s a love 
it’s a drug, 
it’s a must, 
it’s a trust, 
a rose bud that rose above the rest. 
I see the future being bright 
because im a visual indivdual. 
I feel like Im the only one who sees the answer 
like god enscribed it into the inside of my eye-lids, 
I sob poeticly instead of crying,
and learn from dreams cuz real life is lying...

Copyright © Charles Haben | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |
Prosper greenest rose.
The severed stem dos’t grows.
Come to the limb and reap the trim.
Thou ar’t so deep to master thy leap.
Spring must bring the lovely leafy thing.
Who cutest thou?
Tell it true.
The answer lies with thou as dew

Copyright © Jeanette Huston | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |
Living of the happiness
that flows from others,
and greeting each person we meet.
No rich,
no poor,
for money no longer defines happiness,
all things needed
are distributed to all.
People frolic
in the fields and playgrounds.
Music is heard from behind each door,
streets are clean,
forests expand from human hand.
No more fights,
no more war,
people live healthy and free.
Race has only one category,

Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
Une rose 
Et une promise 
Toujours dans l’amour
Les honneurs 
Et des gloires chantaient
Toi… chérie, j’attendrai

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006