Rose Analogy Poems

Written: April 19, 2024, For  Robert James Liguori Contest

Inspired from the Lyrics Gettin' Tighter

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This pomegranate heart 
dreams to travel upon
a periwinkle path which 
leads to the province,
where her royal majestic 
persona resembles
papillon emperors, 
floating under 
mauveine skies, 
adored...

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In my garden where love flourished. 
A pale pink running rose once bloomed.   
Gracefully it grew upon the trellis.
Until the oak tree took...

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In sepia foliage's of falsified fantasies,
cursed by haunting hornets stinging 
with honeyed painted lies,
her mind was like a matriarch of metaphors.

An inflorescent seed buried in...

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Late afternoon missions;
 Rose pearl white fluffy puffy clouds;
Floating scrolling along the horizon;
Mix midnight Stars yet not shine; 
For the Sun is lit and the...

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Without you my words are an unadorned poem. By poet.

At the edge of silence this soul screams,
unable to save the decaying flowers in her garden...

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Beneath the crimson
Skies of morn
A rare gem of beauty 
Was slowly born
Of shimmering silver
And effervescent smell
It’s vines of thickness
Grew so well
The petals crystal
The thorns so...

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Long 'ere legends encountered finesse amidst flairs of passionate cravings,
thereupon, be a period wherein an episode occasioned an opportunity that will be reserved forever.
An outbreak...

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prism
quaver
pirouette
iridescent
blessed

spire
rose quartz
amethyst
fluidity
orb

gyre
topaz
naruto
ayurveda 
strums...

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I was born cradled inside your palm   
within the perimeters of a safe haven  
brought to life by loving silty fingers 

Rose...

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Written: February 24, 2024
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Moonbeams...

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watching the dawn pour
out of the sky like a rose,
colored piece of glass....

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That be cold sun rose yonder, our heads be hot, I'd declare,
I'll get Whitey my critter, worked all night, best she nicker.
'Bout saddlin' her real...

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In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who...

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“The trails of tears disappear in the memory meadow,
the new sunrise suffuses the morose mind with rays 
of rapture” – Quote by poet  


When...

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