For each bruise he gave,
Let flowers grow in heaven,
For her to rest on.
soft bed of roses
evokes dreams of happiness...
yet beware of thorns:
opinions, overthinking
can often lead to sadness
I was talking to the moon last night and the moon was talking about the sun and i told him something about you.
I told him how you'd stay awake with me at nights
and solve all my problems.
i told him how i fell in love with you despite knowing how love ends well for me.
I told him how your voice sounds like a melody to me and puts me to haze even on your worst days.
I told him how the distance between us was something that would eventually erase and one day I'd be on the bed while you'd prepare breakfast for us.
I told him how much i hate children but I'd love to see a mini you with your eyes and nose.
I told him how much I'd love to have a picture of us hanging in the hall while we're striking weird poses.
I told him how I'd just be happy if you gave me a single flower cause your arms would feel like a bed of roses.
On a bed of roses
Honey-suckled scent.
Love is in the air, when I'm with you I have no cares.
Relaxed and transfixed
A beautiful sunset.
Our souls connect
On a bed of roses, I lie here with you.
When I was a young girl death took my hand,
and over the years has become my friend:
the cemetery more like a woodland,
with sorrow I go beyond and transcend;
of death many words I have penned.
I recall those rooms full of scented rose,
tears falling that are now shadows in time:
my life was ravaged- my heart and soul froze,
but, now this place of tears is where birds chime;
like a sweet symphony sublime.
And in my last gasp- death will hold my hand;
leading me towards that heavenly land.
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March 20, 2023
Poetry/Rhyme/Death: My Bed Of Roses
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1532-879-20
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Simple Poetry Contest
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 03/30/2023
Eighth Place
Release me into a bed of roses
tint me with sunlight pore me with rain
let me grow
Bed of Roses
David J Walker
You waited were
the roses grow
And I would be the Gardner
Kneeling in the deep and
Earthy scented soil
Come rain
Come shine
Come time to
Bare the toil
exposed as rose the
Harvest moon
Together soon
in a feathered Bed of Roses
The silver lining
has eaten through my pockets
The bed of roses
Has faded to ash
Ground has opened
And from the depths
the putrid rotting
stench of dying life
has robbed my senses
of beauty
You are not,
I thought you to be,
You are just a blend,
Of lost desires and forgotten dreams.
I wanted you to be with me,
But that naive girl,
Is now nowhere to be seen.
Life is not just a bed of roses,
It has its own thorns and all,
For now her heart never beats,
The way it did,
When she first saw you.
On this bed of roses my teardrops fall,
As clouds begin to darken in the sky,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
A bird in the trees makes one final call—
I hear the wind let out a gentle sigh,
On this bed of roses my teardrops fall.
This storm is about to ravage them all—
The rain begins to drench me as I cry,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
Looking at the roses, I now recall
An innocent time forever gone by—
On this bed of roses my teardrops fall.
There once had been twenty rosebuds in all—
I wipe yet another tear from my eye,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
I once had dreams they’d grow so very tall,
But now, their pedals wither where they lie.
On this bed of roses my teardrops fall,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
© 2013
Didn't they tell you that growing up was going to be an injustice?
The picture we paint in our heads about life grows dim,
It's as though depression was in shipping for eighteen years and finally arrived at our doors,
The only person we have is our shadows,
And even in the darkest times it disappears and leave us,
If I had known this earlier, I would've stayed in my mother's womb,
Because even after the age of two the responsibility got too heavy,
And as each birthday rolled along, it was as if I was receiving a next box to hold on my back to hold me back,
And no, I'm not talking about gifts here,
I never felt like it was a gift being here,
And I'm happy for you if you beg to disagree,
I'm happy for you if you still dream,
And I'm happy for you if your life is a bed of roses,
But if you only walk in my room and happen to lie on my bed,
Then you'll realize that my garden wasn't given the same love and affection as yours,
My garden probably wasn't watered everyday,
My bed of roses refused to grow,
And all I'm stuck with are corpse flowers and weeds.
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Simply to say "bed of roses....
Down the valley
Deep red in colour
Moving with the rhythm of the breeze
And the beautiful butterflies flaps away
My heart, utter, where you belong
One step at a time
Cold, freezing it becomes
Walking to reach forth
Warn out, to be, freshless
Because the miles were counting on
Each step, was backwards
To you i am facing
Up the valley, into the blues, cold desert
I belong
My ears ring a love song
A song dedicated to the loved one
I want to sing it out, but um shivering
I have to shout it loud, for i am further away
Deeper in the forest
Sharing room with bats and owls
Where i lay down on the bed, bed of thorns
I might be stone cold but not entirely
Deep within my heart beats with joy
When i remember where you lay
Lay on the bed of roses...
Author Neo Charisma Masetlane
If you think life is a bed of roses
Dont forget the thorns on those red blood roses
Beautiful but deadly
Nice to see, hurt to touch
If you think life is easy
Why is there such thing as pain?
Because honey,
How can you expect a rainbow without going through the rain?
Bed of Roses
As he laid her to rest in the Bed of Roses.
He thought back to the day he started the first rose bush for her
and everyone after that.
He bought each color for a different reason.
Red for the loved they shared.
Yellow was for friendship that they had.
Purple for the passion between them,
White for the purity for the day they were married,
So many more color for so many reasons throughout, their lives,
There were hundreds of roses.
I remember the time I laid her head gently down on the bed of
rose’s petals the first time I touched
Her face was as soft as the silk petals on the roses that surrounded us.
His touch made her want him more and more. The closer he was the
more she could feel his hardest wanting her
Till there love exploded.
Gently he took her ashes and dusted the roses one last time.
As he laid her to rest,
In the
Bed of Roses
When things pull you down
You can build up a little hope
Try hard till a way is found
For it’s the way for you to cope
You’ll need support and love
And you’ll find them among the closest
So seize the guide from above
Challenges can be easily met
Some situations you may let go
Courage you gather and move on
Another one may not be status quo
Other options may aid you grow
Roses have thorns, you see
Handling with care is needed
To protect yourself from injury
Hurt are those who go unheeded
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