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Details | Free verse |
The sky is one gigantic bowl of pink turned upside down, spilling soft rosy petals that peeked out from beneath snow white billowed clouds till - fully blossomed - they burst out. Growing radiant at the edge of twilight, they’ve scattered as rubescent streaks falling, lush and luminescent, as we watch in solitude. No parade this evening - just you and I aglow, wishing for an eternity to be like this: so splendidly in love. . . in the pink. For the free verse on love poetry contest of Laura Loo

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011




Details | Free verse |
My cherished one... Here I am ,alone with stone wall paper in the silence of my room. The pit-pattering raindrops upon my windowsill help me to remember, outside is cold and vacant too. Here I lay , on my dark brown couch like on other nights and many afternoons. Here I stay ,undisturbed ,with a pen in my left hand Provoked to put black ink to paper Seduced to write down unconscious thoughts Terminal thoughts and deepest aches wrapped in the echo of your absence. If only you 'd knew , my rose was not seasonal Its crimson still bleeds ,like in yesterdays , now gone. Its perfume still lingers between forgotten postcards and the impossibility of separation. Its petals once blown , still float across the boundless ocean The same ocean that moves ,that spreads breathlessly between our lands , our lips and hands, but not our hearts Nor the hundred fantasies that still reveal your footprints along my distant winding paths .
Inspired by Adele's latest song - 'Hello '

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
“A Flowers Wilt”	

Witness the small existence 
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.

A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you, 
WAITING, 
Until you pick the right flawless touch.

Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,

Courtyard azure eyes, 
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left. 
A bully against arrogant threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious sky
Asters claim the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
~
A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness, 
A sweet Lotus echo 
Slight yelps of agony carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.

Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity, 
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will, 
A short story, gone astray!
Tonight, we plant a tree, 

The Flower wilts
The gardener cries


03-06-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
Under a blue moon He becomes my dream A secret uncloaked Emotion unveiled A mystery revealed Existence of warmth between my subconscious and implicit knowledge ..And it is there `Neath the soft spot of this heart where crimson bleeds its velvets upon his bare breath It is there where my blushed lips loose their virginity Where my fair cheeks suffuse with rosy glow It is there where fiery needs are fulfilled Fervent desires scorched Candlelit pleasures beheld It is there where alluring visions embrace my suppressed memory and take over this barren soul As his ardent voice calls in an enticing whisper and a unique accent into my left ear My love... Mon petite fleur.. Mi amor... That is a preserved time An uncloned moment where my unwholiness becomes whole That is the minute His glancing eyes capture my own Only until... Mr Sandman leaves behind Dry proposals on wet sand Early mist envelops the bridge Aurora glows in new awakening Last zephyr breeze fades from my cheek Then He is gone Forever gone
A revised repost~Not for the rose contest..but thanks for Vie's Roses contest and wonderful Rose poems I decided to revise this post and repost,till the muse plays along.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Under a half moon He becomes my dream A secret uncloaked Emotion unveiled A mystery revealed Existence of warmth between subconscious and implicit knowledge And it is there... `neath the soft spot of my heart where crimson bleeds its velvet upon his bare breath Its there where my blushed lips lose their virginity Where my fair cheeks suffused with rosy glow It is there where fiery needs are fulfilled Fervent desires scorched Candlelit pleasures beheld It is there where alluring visions embrace my suppressed memory and take over this barren soul As his ardent voice call in an enticing whisper in a unique accent into my left ear My love~Mi amor That is the preserved moment when my unwholiness becomes whole That is the moment those glancing eyes capture my own Only until... Mr sandman leaves behind wet proposals on dry soil Early mist envelops the bridge Aurora rises in new awakening Last zephyr breeze fades away and once again He is gone,gone.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
He sees the rose in her cheeks
She sees the wrinkles of time in her mirror

He sees the long, flowing brunette of her shining hair
She sees wisps of grey, dull hair that she can't manage

He sees shine and twinkle in her blue eyes
She sees her reflection through corrective lenses

He holds the soft, smooth hand that wears a gold band
She feels him squeeze her weathered, gnarled hand

He sees her running through the garden to greet him
She feels the pain, as she walks with her cane to meet him

He sees the girl he met and loved at seventeen
She sees the love of her life

He sees through rose colored glasses
She adores him






Dedicated to my grandparents
Contest Entry, 'Love Me Tender' sponsored by Miss Kristin Reynolds

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009

Details | Verse |
     Soul progress
     back field in motion
The guff
     Chose, chose, live grow leave!  GO!

Leapt from heaven's gold
Jump started into a human mold

    White clapboard poverty with tiger lily blooms,
blueberry rake poverty woolen looms.

Riffs of Emerson, Whitman, Longfellow dawns,
mothers’ hazel eyes, father Davidesque form,
chosen to drive twixt a Jew and a screw.
          Magnet of lunacy...
Tumbled like an agate into the stream of life
part of the dream lesson
scream      lesson

Abuser of power, one who had once roared,
 Eve shaped now, weak and mewling
                 between the weeds of woe.
Care taken by lovers torn.
          Watched over by pedophile uncles.
Befriended by lewd Father of sons.
Adult child, searching amongst the Word
for the Word is God           and GOD …
       There are so many   words
    
Root ripped scenes from beauty to horror
Shiksa* taunts seep in with the smell of borsch. 
 A pumpkinseed amongst the pricks of Brooklyn
A wild rose planted in the asphalt soil 
     Doo-wop      ditty
Jew’s bop to a Dago harmony,
bagels, bialys and the French twisted strands 
of great grandma’s hair.
          Clipped, stripped of family shoved whole 
into yet another new mold.
      True believers,  ah yes,      fanatics all.
The struggle to survive whole healthy
dipped in, dripped in, a bath of acid and  thorazine. 
Polish priests pedal platitudes to the sisters of St. Joseph 
behind the gilded glory of the Church.

Raped by trust and betrayed by lovers,
a rose married to a prickles thorn,
so empathy is gained, and a healer born.
              Metal must be formed in a crucible of fire 
A healer can not be born without tasting the pyre.


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

In all her glory, dawn has burst forth, With a slight glow of early morning brightness I sit in the bower, listening to birds in concert And admire wonderful, Rosebuds unfold, Revealing a beautiful red rose With a precision wisp of light prancing around them Emitting a velvety feeling, so tempting to touch Long green stems, prickles, Full of scallop trim leaflets all in green, With brown thin veins Around the red velvet leaves, Music playing on cool fresh air Coursing through the whispering leaves Sweet aroma of moist dew and rose perfumes Floating gently on the breeze Gives me an intense curiosity to embrace the rose Just the sight of the red roses Reminds me to breathe
By: Eve Roper 12/17/2014

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
She stands at the garden wall
Smells the sweetness of the pink rose
A sweetness only matched by her beauty
A color only matched by the blush of her cheeks
The warm summer wind gently blows
Her short hair shining in the sun
It appears to be moving in the breeze
With the petals of the rose
 
I stand mesmerized as woman
And flower are one
Their beauty interchangeable
I catch a scent riding the wind
My nostrils flare
Is it her or the rose I smell
 
She plucks the petals one by one
I see her lips as succulent as the nectar saying
“He loves me, he loves me not”
I am caught up in this game
Feeling as if my love hinges
On the outcome of that last plucked petal
“He loves me,” the petal falls
Lightly to the dew filled, plush green grass
I breathe a sigh of relief for my beautiful rose
Lucky that it lives in my garden.

Copyright © Travis Tapley | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse |


                           When the rose is complete

                   Remember the love that this rose gives

                 Together we'll drink from crystal fountains

                       The light of dawn begins to shine

                          Translucent bits of ivory joy


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   - 28.01.2015 - 
     A-L Andresen :)

   - Inspired by a rose I received in my mailbox this week :)

     Copyright © All Rights Reserved


                                       

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
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


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
scarlet streaked with yellow
I lean to breathe in her scent
I reach out to feel her touch 
she pricks me
and I bleed...
bleed her scarlet fever
bleed her yellow fever
she needs me to bleed
so gladly I bleed
scarlet streaked with yellow


Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I remember the first roses I received.
I was going on my first official date,
and my beau brought me a beautiful 
bouquet of red roses. At the time I was 
so embarrassed when I had to bring them 
into the house and put them in a vase 
with all my siblings grinning at me.

Our relationship lasted a little longer then 
the roses, but eventually they both died.

I remember the roses I picked out for
my wedding day. I insisted they be yellow 
because that happened to be my
favourite colour of roses at the time.
After the wedding I put them in the freezer 
where they lived in a frozen state for many 
years among the steaks and rouladen.

Although I treasured them dearly I eventually 
had to throw them out and they died.

I remember the single red rose my seven
month old son, with the help of his father
 brought me on my very first Mothers Day.
It was one of the proudest days of my 
life actually holding the title of all 
titles, Mother. I had held that dream 
in my heart since I was a young girl.

Time past before my son said the word Mother,
And long before he did, that rose had also died.

In the years to come I received many roses.
Red roses, yellow ones, white roses, blue,
orange roses, pink roses, rainbow roses too.
For Mothers day, wedding day, birthdays,
holidays, date days, Sundays and just for fun days.
Roses were always there from the day of marriage 
until they filled my husbands grave.

Now all those roses, every single one, all gifts
of love, have died. Every last one.

The most amazing thing occurred over all
those years, although the roses died
memories of each and every one of them
live on till this day. I still see them in their 
original beauty, smell their sweet scents. 
If it wasn’t for those roses, would I still
remember those special days? 

My eyes have taken the pictures of each rose
and filed them in my heart, where roses never die.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
12.17.2014
Contest: Roses, Roses, Roses
2nd

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Always inside living thoughts 
Once held a vision adoring thee  
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless  

This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting  strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous 

Adding this truly wonderful music 
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop 
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held 
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh 

Why do I love you so 
Wearing the glass slippers 
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked 
Standing out most beautiful 

A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle 
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are 

Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise 
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem 

Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine 
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish 
becomes the soul command 
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys 







A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Beneath a half moonlight

you become my dream

a secret uncloaked

emotion unveiled

existence of warmth

between subconscious

and implicit knowledge

And it is there

'neath the soft spot of my heart

where crimson bleeds its velvets

upon your bare breath

Its there where blushful lips

loose their virginity

Where my fair cheeks suffuse

with rosy  glow

Where fiery needs are fulfilled

fervent desires scorched

candlelit pleasures  beheld

Its there were evanescent  visions

take over control

take over this barren soul

As my ardent voice whispers

beneath the tender of your ear

~~~ Mi amor~~

That is the preserved moment

our unwholiness is whole

The moment, your eyes 

capture my own

Only till......

Mr sandman leaves

early mist envelops the bridge

aurora rises in new awakening

and you fade away like zephyr breeze

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
it's raining again,
been this way for days;
swirls of graying clouds
hiding the blue of skies
and my eyes

my lips 
seem wetter
than everything else
that rises
without sun,

the river's rising again,
perhaps higher than my own ego
as i lose myself
in the pockets of current.

current, and past events
build this dam 
against what it is
that i love,

damn her
and them the same.

i lay, head down,
drowning 
in the only breath i know

your chest 
rising
and falling
between the sighs
that bridges
together
reality and dreams,

and i'm not giving up my last breath
through any of these storms
that fall from winded words,

instead, i'll keep breathing
deeper and deeper
attuned with your own breath,
as we make love, reality
from dreams

last night,
i saw a rainbow
through your eyes
and i settled myself 
deeper in your heart
long before
you ever drifted off to sleep

this morning,
your gentle touch,
the arousal
of my dreams,
becomes the sun
through rose-colored passion,
and love again blossoms
blending all that is real
from little pockets of rain.

Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
There were roses on Calvary that day, you know.
Bunches and bunches of roses adorning the skull.
Red roses! For crimson blood seeped profusely that day.
It had to be so for our own sake.  Divine blood 
that dripped from a thousand and one hematic wounds
as He hang on a brittle tree He Himself had created.
 
There were sharp, pointed thorns too on the roses.
They adorned His Divine head, piercing the smooth skin,
forcing majestic blood ooze down into His royal eyes,
stinging them abundantly, preventing proper sight.
No wonder the prophet Isaiah said of Him:
"his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any man 
and his form marred beyond human likeness....."
Such were the pointed thorns that crowned Him King of Kings.
 
Yet for those who know, there was perfume there too.
A fabulous fragrance that came down from Heaven
on the wings of the Holy Spirit, a balm of blissful grace,
that we may wash ourselves in it and be justified.
"He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows,"
For He loved us much.  And we?  Do we return His Love?

23 March 2016

A Broken Wings Contest
Placed 5

Voted POTD on 16 May 2016

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Have I not heard the calling of day's gone by
or sat in careless prose and wondered why?
but years are as the rose
which are but reflections
that no one person knows-

I have sought with wonder
the diamonds in your eyes
but when the memories came
as falling rain
I couldn't help but cry
for my soul was wracked with pain-

The beauty of your heart
is always mine to keep
and knowing so much loss
each day I cannot help but weep-

But hold you close I always will
the beautiful star you are
for I know that no matter how far
each day I will love you still-


'' My verse was inspired by the lessons I have learned in this life....A canvass with so many colors, a book with so many blank pages, Let me be as the rain and nourish those I touch with my writing"

Copyright © angel Padua | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
In the sunny September morning
He went to find the most beautiful roses
For the girl, he loved the most.

He didn't realize that it was fall
Getting beautiful flowers wasn't possible at all
Still, he tried very hard 

And then with disappointment, he plucked
A bunch of half dried roses and gasped
He went to her house with couple of thoughts.

Hesitatingly, he knocked the door
She opened and found him kneeled down on floor
With the bunch of pale and dried roses. 

He was shocked he thought she would be angry
But she was so happy and in excitement
Her smile was the perfect thing he saw 

He realised that her smile was no less than a flower that glooms
He should never search beauty in the whole world,
When he already has the FLOWER THAT ALWAYS BLOOMS

Copyright © Aarushi pandey | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
In morning's glory forms a dew
upon petals sweet,opened bloom
previous nights fevered mist
now greet the sun's golden kiss

Symbol of love rose's flower
from deep within' feelings shower
every hour of every day
we make it happen in every way...

Copyright © jay del fierro | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
Dazzling golden beams 
star spangling 
when I look into your eyes
dreams enchanting magic 
Sparkling treasure gems 
through sun smiling thoughts 
Warm rays in her deep fingers 
one touching light beaming 
In your smile stands out 
A rose blossoms heart of this soul
flowers so hot amazing beautiful 
blooming embracing light 
as your angel rays dances 
outside this world with the heart
in each beat that pounds loving you 

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
Lady in red

I toss and turn
In my hostile bed
I have visions of me lady in red
She has invaded my insane outspoken head


I was sure she was dead
For the blood flowed like rivers rouge
My knife for sure cut deep, no more need be said
Into 1000 pieces she was carved, no refuge

Yet here she is staring me down
Why this sudden fear, why do I shake and frown?
She is dressed like a queen of long ago
She walks the forests, of this I am sure

She is the lady in red
She is the lady that is very very dead
Her ghost chases me through the woods
I run and tumble, escape I know I should

She stares a blank stare
There is death in the air
Her love will devour me one more time
The red crimson blood flows, not hers, but mine


She held my heart so close
She drank my love
Until I existed more

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |


Each delicate thought untouched and untamed flickering a light of beauty ingrained For in a moment minuet and unstained reflect's a great love where memories remain Each delicate thought behold the new day evanescent fleeting yet forever shall stay of crimson...of rose...of fire...of love...

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

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

Details | Verse |
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I carried it on my lap all the way to you,
    The bus ride was so long, so long, Mom;
Lost in old memories of you and me, together, 
              I just looked out the window all the way.

                        Holding a wilting red rose ~

The gate of the cemetery creaked as usual,
     The path filled with many crumbling leaves;
Cool wind took my long raven hair blowing it back,
              I felt my tears falling as I neared your tomb.

                         Holding a wilting red rose ~

I stood for a long time with my eyes closed,
     The words carved in stone and in my heart;
Feeling the pride of a daughter for a wonderful Mom,
                I fell to my knees weeping for what is lost.

                           Holding a wilting red rose ~

Then at last I rose and dried the forever tears,
    I touched the words carved  on your cold tomb;
And retraced my steps down the path, closing the gate,
                I boarded the bus and was soon lost in thought.

                             Holding a wilting red rose ~

                                            . . . . . still


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May 11, 2014

Verse




                             

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Starlight tears awaken feelings
softly murmurs inside emotions glow 
Gently petals touch Heaven's gate 
Flowering blossoms beholding captivate 
beautiful memories warmly they embrace 

One dream rose forever sweetly grows 
elegant silk weaves softly within the garden of life 
always crowning heartbeats opening turns key 
Daydreams lingering precious dewdrops glisten 
in morning glory tickled pink 
 
Sunrise sparkling satin 
treasured horizons beam
Tenderness kisses deeply a vision 
once held before these eyes 
on fire apex of splendor burns 
into fragrant breathless 
whispering thoughts melting silently 

The heart belongs to you 
whom sits regally crowned 
Upon the thorns standing out 
a beaming beauty capturing charms spell 
magic endearment
Lovingly a queen among'st flowers 
sings in your praise majestically

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Life was never boring
Selling roses from my shop,
You were invited to visit and
You’d learn men’s secret affections.

The first to arrive was the usual fare
A well-built hunk of a man.
Tall, dark and handsome that women adore.
Twelve orange ones, he asked.
Amazed I wondered what he had in mind,
Must be a new fling no doubt.
For orange means enthusiasm and desire.
He knew well the language of sweet buds.

A newbie arrived, so shapely and cordial
A lady I knew not I was sure of it,
As she asked for a bunch of yellow blossoms.
This feeling was so hard to explain
For yellow stands for many things
Joy, gladness, friendship, Welcome Back, 
Remember me, or ”I care".

Tommy, the shy one, tip toped inside,
As usual he chose the lovely pink.  
It was his way to say thanks and hope
That she will always believe in him.

A couple of coral ones, how abrupt Peter was.
He knew they meant desire never lasting love.
I’d rather he never entered my oasis
For all he deserved was arid sand not bliss.

Martin was next, and how he beamed.
It was love at first sight, said he.
So I suggested as I knew,
That a lavender rose would please her most.

My friend Elise had made a coup. 
So I gave her a bunch of mixed flowerets.
Peach for appreciation and white for purity.
Wasn’t Elise delighted that day?

It was almost time, needed to close shop.
When the outside door opened for the last time.
The lady I had seen early that day returned.
“You did not like my flowers?” I asked.
She nodded and then stuttering said:
“My mum has died.  Just one black rose please.”
I don’t know why a tear trickled down my face.

18 January 2016
A SKAT CONTEST Theme # 7 Colors
Placed 4

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

                                        Raindrops roll on my window
                                             like tears on a cheek
                                           The day is gray and wet
                                            but you are still beautiful
                                         Outside my window I have a
                                    rose bush with many raindrops on.
                                          Raindrops looks like many
                                           sliver gloss small pearls
                                           They can not be picked
                                              you get no bouquet                     
                                       A small spider web between
                                           some branches are also          
                                embellished with sliver gloss small pearls
                                    Yet there are two roses on my bush
                                         one for you and one for me
                                             The day gray and wet
                                               and autumn is here
                                             Still have my rose bush
                                          their beauty and ornaments





11.09.2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Scarlet streaked with yellow
I lean to breathe in her scent
I reach out to feel her touch 
she pricks me
and I bleed…
bleed her scarlet fever
bleed her yellow fever
she needs me to bleed
I need her to need me to bleed
so gladly I bleed
scarlet streaked with yellow...

Wild like the rose, I must have
vicious when in bane
Swallow the aroma... Passion
acknowledge the tropical beauty
enjoy the inspirational tease
bondage and bandages of needing, 
aroused by the pain
aroused by the danger
Inviting... Touch my wilderness 
I stick, you bleed
stroke, with fever, chills
viral & unexpected, "I am The American Plague" 
Wild like the rose, you must have

This poem is a collaboration by Tim Ryerson and Linda (PD)
Submitted for: 'The Heart of Seduction contest sponsored by Justin Bordner

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
In the corner of the flower garden
The ugly rose
Stood alone
No shelter from blistering noon sun

Wilted and burnt
The beautiful ones mocked
The usual suspects in the garden
Gathered together in flock

The ugly rose wilted and dried
As the other flowers laughed
They became week and fraught
Not knowing their fate was interlocked

For the ugly rose fading and alone
Was not the petals nor the stem
The intertwined roots were rotted
Soon it was the other flower bushes condemned

As the rose garden rotted and died
That one ugly rose, rose again and became alive
Flourishing on the nutrients of the unsurvived
Sadly that one lonely rejected flower

Still was all alone
With no one to share her flourishing bloom
Like a lover left alone in the corner of a room
No one was there to see her bloom

The rains caressing her soul

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016