Best Rose Colored Poems
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
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.
It’s easy to remember the good times
Never thinking about the pain
Rose colored memories of sunshine
We forgot about the rain
Times were so much harder then
Sometimes not a penny to our name
Fighting just to make ends meet
But I’d go back there just the same
It seems we were much poorer
No luxuries I recollect
But we worked for what we wanted
We had a sense of self-respect
There was an old coal stove in the living room
That would heat our home at winter’s start
But the real warmth was generated
By the love within our heart
Sometimes the car wouldn’t start
It had a manual choke
We’d push it to catch it in gear
If we had a dime we weren’t broke
If you had chicken pox or measles
They’d put a sign on your front door
We had hand me downs to wear
And credit at the grocery store
Everyone worked somewhere
Most of them at the mine
Mom did the wash with a wringer washer
And hung the clothes out on the line
So I’ll take those rose colored memories
As though they were a priceless work of art
And put them where they will be safe
Deep inside my heart.
Rose colored glasses
a fantasy view perceived
splendid get away
almost not wanting to leave
everyone should own a pair...
“Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.”
? Dr. Seuss
Looking At Life Through Rose Colored Glass and Daydreams
I gaze up towards the sky watching all the birds’ flyby
Whoosh, with outstretched wings they fly so high
Soaring into the horizon
Amongst the crayoned clouds and autumn sun
~
Wishing I could fly, escaping into the sky
Saying goodbye losing myself in the serenity of the bluish sky
Fading away unseen into blissful fantasy dreams
Another way of looking at life through rose colored glass it seems
~
To relish the sparkling beauty of the sky
And circle round and round over tree tops up high
Soaring into the horizon
Amongst the crayoned clouds and autumn sun
~
Oh... in anguish knowing I couldn't fly
I cried and cried until the tears ran dry
Shhh...I ran away into blissful fantasy dreams
Looking at life through rose colored glasses and daydreams
© Eve Roper 8/12/2015
Contest Name: Dr. Seuss Quote Prompt
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
I see you through rose colored glasses
And that's why I give you so many passes
I don't see any of your imperfections or flaws
The person I see puts me in such awe
I see you as absolute pure perfection
And I know it's just my heart's perception
But sometimes the heart sees what the eyes can't see
It sees all the right and let's all the wrong be
I see all the things you have conquered and overcame
All the reasons you are the person you became
I see the person you can be; the one I know you are
To me you are an illuminating bright shiny star
To me you are as bright as the sun
When I 'm around you I don't see anyone
So these rose colored glasses I must wear
Because If didn't there'd be too much glare
-C.A.Saputo xoxo
If grass is always greener on the other side of the fence that means I would have to mow more grass
Just try in the imagining of this
And the point of it all try not to miss
His Mother told Him that they were all out of wine
Then Mary told the wait staff to follow Him that all will be fine
Zacchaeus was a tax collector
And amongst the people he was quite a specter
Knowing His Name and that he was a sinner
Jesus called him down and then ate at his house for dinner
In seeking out a Samarian woman at the well
To her lost soul of His Glory He would tell
She ran in the gathering and telling of her whole entire town
As in His Kingdom this simple harlot will wear a crown
In a remote place 15,000 stood at Our Lord's feet
But only one of the many had anything to eat
Jesus took those two fish and five loaves of bread
Twelve extra baskets were still left after all were fed
This woman was caught in the act of adultery
Her stoning is what all had really wanted to see
Jesus simply bent down and began drawing on the ground
And soon not even one of her accusers could even be found
The point in all of this being
Many people will read yet so few of them will be seeing
Look at the Words written in black on white
And allow the Holy Spirit to give you sight
Dedicated to my Aunt Patsy
Edacious dreams were left to die,
but hunger doesn't fade away.
Sweet longings that pervade each day,
reminding that our hearts don’t lie.
The brilliance of the imageries
(not fading in intensity)
press to my thoughts deliciously -
rose-colored tinted memories.
Those dreams were never meant to be,
I fight their lure ferociously.
But nothing else, this want, appease -
rose-colored tinted memories.
Prayers can't feed starving children,
as bloated bellies can attest.
Yet, the truth's unpalatable,
near impossible to digest.
Dangled in front of hungry eyes,
promises, raise expectations.
And faith defies reality,
fueling false aspirations.
Predictions of times of plenty
are garnered from kernels of Hope.
And yet, seeds of conformity
are sown on a slippery slope.
Paradise is mere fantasy,
for in truth, there is no such place.
But religions insist there is,
struggling to maintain a straight face.
Rose-colored glasses tint our views
without offering solutions.
And so, we fortify belief;
through illusions and delusions.
Through rose colored glasses
I see your faults
Your lies
But I vowed it all
When I came to your bed
Even if the thorns scratch
The rose still offers me
Besides my pain
A sweet aroma
My love for you
©? Brenda V northeast 29 Dec. 2011
He sees the rose that's sprinkled in her cheeks
She sees the cracks in looking glass
He sees the soft brunette of her shining hair
She sees dull wisps of grey, she cannot manage
He sees the shine and twinkle in her soft blue eyes
She sees her reflection through corrective lenses
He sees her running through the garden to greet him
She feels the pain, as she walks with her cane to meet him
He holds the soft, smooth hand that wears a simple golden band
She feels him squeeze her weathered, gnarled, vein ridden hand
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
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Dedicated to my grandparents
We put on rose-colored glasses,
that blur reality's vision.
And block out any wrongs we see,
ignoring the plight of the poor.
To disguise life's uglier side,
we put on rose-colored glasses.
And focus our sight straight ahead,
cheerfully wearing our blinders.
Tinted with alternative truths
that we so much want to believe.
We put on rose-colored glasses
to camouflage anguish and tears.
Seeing the world through filtered eyes;
humanity escapes our view.
For when we confront injustice,
we put on rose-colored glasses.
When I wear my rose-colored glasses
I see lovely pink grasses
and the sky is pale pink
not grey.
I get lost in romantic dreams
of secret schemes
and I spread my pink wings and sail away.
My heart beats faster
and my head spins
in a rosy world
where happiness never ends.
Smiles and sweet kisses fill my head
and love is warm and red.
We live apart
from this cruel world without heart
where kindness and true love are free.
I dance for you
and you laugh for me
as a rosy sun shines down
and my favorite word is "we".
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2006
"All Rights Reserved"
I didn’t have my rose colored glasses
when I saw the things I shouldn’t see
when I heard things that I shouldn’t hear
when life was just to complicated for me to bare
I was too young to understand life’s
frustrations & peoples temptations & all the situations that caused Revelations
All I needed was someone to give me my rose colored glasses
To protect my eyes from Life's big surprise!
but not like birthdays!..no..no not through these eyes....
But, It’s ok!, I found my glasses! The rose colored one’s... You see, they block out your
hate, your anger, your jealousy, & betrayal that you have bestowed upon me. So say what
you want, say what you please. I live through my rose colored glasses & you cant TOUCH
ME...