Best Rosen Poems


~ Painting Mona Lisa ~

Absolutely enchanting I thought ~
As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....
Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush
Into a slightly brighter shade of beige 
Thinking perhaps just a touch more violet, a dab of red, and, a stroke of amber
Until, I heard the door bell ring, breaking, this mesmerized trance....
Sitting my palette down, and lying my brush aside, atop a colored cloth
I turned to see who it was, that was there?
"Hold on dear, I shall be right back," I whispered
As she smiled amid a radiance, that stopped me within my steps
How rarely seldom does one get a chance like this I thought?
If it is truly important and I know them
Then they shall kindly call, or possibly even leave myself a note
Besides, what an unpleasant reflection it would be, to even but for an instant
Interrupt this dream....
For no greater beauty have I ever beheld, nor have I ever found, then this 
Perfection within everyway I believe, is whom she is ~
"What's wrong," she asked, "are you not going to see who it is?"
Glistening eyes, as I fixated upon her own, mirrors, of an endless hue
"No, not right now dear," as I then, poured her a drink
Smiling as she gracefully arose, proposing a toast I said
"To this moment, this day, to you and I, this time, and, amore"....
As I slowly reached forth my hand, to tenderly caress her rosen cheek
And to glide my fingers gently, through her shining auburn hair
"Here dear," leading her loveliness softly, "here, sit right there
That the sunlight may embrace your boundless beauty
This magnificence of your splendor, these wonders, from whom you truly are" ~
Glowingly she smiled once more, as with a passion, I then kissed her perfect lips
"I love you," she uttered
While as the mornings dew lit rays, reflected upon her enchantedness 
As a glittering arose about my own heart, and a warming, within my now raptured soul  
"So do I my love, I love you more," I returned
Retrieving my brush, my palette and my cloth
Exchanging glances amid knowing thoughts, these souls, so intertwined ~
"Excellent, do not move dear" 
As always was captured forever, within, this moment right here....

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~Painting, Mona Lisa~

Haiku - Senryu Comments

Inspired by Jan Allison:
~~~~~~
HAIKU
oft my morning call... 
birds in the warmer months... sing... 
my natural alarm... 

your haiku on my shoulder... 
your blackbird... softly chirps... 
morning... 

SENRYU
inspirational... 
your poetic prowess... 
many thank yous'...

HAIKU
orange beaked blackbird...
 dawns equivalent nightingale
 sing on Jenny wren 
 
SENRYU
inspirational
a haiku your talent paints 
Jan a great poet

inspired mine... 
I thank you... 
write on dear poet
~~~
Inspired by Robert Haige?
HAIKU
crystal clear... 
poets palette... winter hues... 
frosted window panes
~~~~~
Inspired by Sarah Rosen
HAIKU
 our closest star... 
sol... it has a lifespan... 
earth will die with it... 

our planet's lifespan... 
once under natures control... 
pollution now rules... 
 
earth will die with it... 
sol will blow us all away...
 climate change preempts... 
~~~~~~~
Inspired by Robert Haigh
HAIKU
live love to find one... 
who lives love too... together... 
true love realised...

Oma

Ich sehe dich an
im Sterben
du wartest nur ab
nichts essen
Mir wirst du fehlen
Mir ist doch langweilig
Du magst Gedichte
und Ingwer
ich liebe dich

Wir warten ab
nichts essen
weil wir dir Gesellschaft leisten
du brauchst sie aber nicht
denn du schläfst
wirst nie erwachen
du träumst
für die Ewigkeit
vom Dunkel
ich liebe dich

du bist gestorben
Vater war bei dir
Er ist leer
seine Tränen tragen die Last
von den letzten drei Jahren ab
ich soll traurig sein
ich will weinen
ich weine nicht
du mochtest Gedichte
und Ingwer
ich liebe dich

du wirst beerdigt
wieder bei deinem Mann
wir singen
werfen Rosen ins Grab
sie leben noch
alle weinen
will ich auch
ich soll weinen
bin traurig
ich schäme mich
ich liebe dich

alle sind gegangen
unterwegs
ich bleibe allein
und weine
du mochtest Gedichte
und Ingwer
ich liebe dich


When Time Has Come

When time has come... / Wenn die Zeit gekommen ist... / Cuando ha llegado el momento...

When time has come to say good-bye
to leave this earth in time,
then let me rest under a sad cypress
close to a field of rye.
And let my shroud of white 
through darkest nights yet shine.
But don't lay roses down for me
as blossoms wilt to soon
and let a red moon rising high 
for everyone to see


Wenn dann die Zeit gekommen ist
von dieser Welt zu geh'n
dann lasst mich ruh'n unter Zypressen
und nahe einem Feld mit Roggen
wo noch der Mohn und auch Kornblumen steh'n.
Und lasst dem weißen Totenhemd so fein
selbst in der tiefsten Nacht noch seinen Schein.
Doch keine Rosen sollt ihr legen,
denn Blüten welken viel zu schnell
und lasst den roten Mond 
hoch oben sich bewegen
für alle sichtbar hell


Cuando ha llegado el momento de decir adiós
dejando esta tierra en mi tiempo,
déjame descansar bajo triste ciprés
y cerca de un campo de centeno.
Y dejar que mi sudario blanco
brilla a través de noche oscura de estreno
Que no me ponen rosas
como flores se marchiten rápido
y dejar la luna roja levantar
al alto cielo raro
y para todo bién visible claro


Note: Inspired by a song from Act II, Scene IV od Shakespeare's Twelfth Night

Love Journey

Love Is War

Date: Sat, Nov 7 2015 at 6:37 PM

I wonder who will walk with me thru the "Storm"
To keep my hands "Warm"
With a Crown of "Thorns"
Shirt Worn "Torn"
Body "Scorned"
Walking on "Horns
Flames of fire on the ground "Formed"
That's a fire storm "Fire "Born"
Since I met her my Fire "Broiling"
While her Soul "Ferment" Hawking with me through Fire "Torrents"
Our Souls on Fire while the Love "Storming"  to "Endurance" Her Heart "Enormous" She smiles at the Devils "Torments" She Growls an Howls while the Moon "Glowing"
Her Face "Golden" like the Sun "Rosen" 
Her Hair Whistles when the Wind "Spoken"
I need you to be my "Friend" an my "Component"
I fall fast into "Emotions"
She Swim with me Across the "Oceans"
I'll walk through Hell "Blindfolded" With My "Eyes" Swollen" "Bulged" In with no "Eye" "Focus" Using my other Senses to "Motion"
While Lions "Roaring" I'm a "Fighting" "Taurus"
Using my Third Eye No "Horus" 
Staying True  has it's "Rewarding"
A Thousand Armies I'll War "Against"
Make me feel like Love from Fairytales "Exist"
Legend has it that it's a"Myth"
Type to Blow the devil a "Kiss"
If you not going to fight then "Run"

Premium Member Rosen Blut

ROSEN BLUT
And when the final times had come
to be known by all,
as the doomsday rock
had set its way,
those who had seen its course
chose they must not remain in silence
but prophesy even about the end.

And people laughed and believed us not
until it showed as a star
into the morning sky.

And then they did say look
how many risings of the sun
have we left?

And the children did ask
how big can it be?
Then said the heralds, yea
even bigger than the sky.
Look!
This is what will end our time....

....and together will they rule
over the world
and all they that dwelled there-on
for the rest of its days
which were numbered and few.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet aka Ron Wilson ©
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.


A Liquid Line of Gold On Glassen Beads

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDREWS



Dear Marcus...it's-'nother-Sun-day...morn...horse's...feel-ing...wrong
My-sto-mache...just-hurts!
Clos-ets...full-but...noth-ing-fits!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Daddy's...gone...and-Ma's...gone-too!
The-pretty...gold-en-circles...'round-my-bowl...don't-spin-right!
Clos-ets-fulla-clothes...but-my-heart's...just-empty!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Round-ing-the-cor-ner...pho-tos-just-might-just-might...be-ready!
My-sto-mache...just-hurts!
Marble-d-stoney-blue-'n-green...beads-'n-reds-too...hang-too-heavy!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

A-wrist-with-out...a-flower-ed...pink-'n-white-red-or-white-rose!
Just-doesn't-feel-right-just-isn't-right...doesn't-spin-right!
Clos-ets...full-but...noth-ing-fits!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

My-slip-pers-silvery-beaded-blue...and-I'm-too!
A-gold-en-line-runs-through...sleep-less-nights!
My-vani-ties-fulla-pride-'n-his-tears...Robby's-too!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Oh-how-the-hell...does-it-get-well?
When-tears-fall...into-Winter's-snows?
Riding-into-sun-set-pink-'n-rosen-blues...leaves-me-blue!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Sabled-brushes-and-dif-ferent-strokes-of-pain...and-paint!
Paint-me-blue...was-he-blue-too...or-him?
My-vani-ties-fulla-pride-'n-his-tears...Robby's-too!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

A-liquid-gold-line-round-my-glas-sen-beads...marbled-per-fection!
He-was-my...liquid-gold-line-round-my-glas-sen-beads...
Marbled-per-fection!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!
© Thomas Hsi  Create an image from this poem.

Our Union

Our Union
	
My eyelashes bat 
After meeting your gaze
From across a 
Crowded subway haze.
 
My pupils dilate when they
Look back at you over dinner
Where we drank wine and ate.
 
My feet dance with glee as we
Fall hopelessly in love 
In the midst of summer heat.
 
My heart splits apart 
To become your wife
And your forever sweetheart.
 
My legs spread 
Open to bare new life
And see your cheeks rosen.
 
My arms push 
You away at night,
I'm too tired for a sex life.
 
My fists rage and tears pour,
When I discover your arms
Embracing another lover
After coffee one early morn.
 
My ears listen to 
Your words of regret and
Pleads for a second chance
For things to be like
When we first met.
 	
My fingers dial 
Seeking third party counsel
To repair our shattered union.
 
My brain waves 
Shift to understand your
Thoughts and your feelings, 
While I bitterly convey my own.
 
My hand re-opens 
To forgive your sins
And make amends.
 
My lips part to 
Receive your kiss in the
Night in a sea of 
Skin in our warm bed.
 
My heart flutters, 
We’ve truly become one,
Years after we bore our son.

Premium Member The Widows Peek (In Memory of Dora Rosen)

Strands of silver, tinsel fine,
Thin, flyaway,
Winged, widow’s peak
Widows’ weep
Bubba, Grandma, alone.

Up the dark tenement stairs
Cross tiny, tile squared floors
To the always open door…
Bubba, Grandma.

Aged, ageless, wiry, warm,
Open arms welcomed long tooth-grin
Gretel’s Grandma welcomes in.
Bubba, Ma.

Steel- spined, crow-eyed, soft skinned,
Gathered in, captured,
With the chicken bone.
The scent of ancient tomes,
Mothballed down comforters,

Brisket, kugel-noodle soup,
The feasts of Kings,
David and Solomon
Bubba, Grandma, Home?

~ Painting Mona Lisa ~

Absolutely enchanting I thought ~

As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....

Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush

Into a slightly brighter shade of beige 

Thinking perhaps just a touch more violet, a dab of red, and, a stroke of amber

Until, I heard the door bell ring, breaking, this mesmerized trance....

Sitting my palette down, and lying my brush aside, atop a colored cloth

I turned to see who it was, that was there?

"Hold on dear, I shall be right back," I whispered

As she smiled amid a radiance, that stopped me within my steps

How rarely seldom does one get a chance like this I thought?

If it is truly important and I know them

Then they shall kindly call, or possibly even leave myself a note

Besides, what an unpleasant reflection it would be, to even but for an instant

Interrupt this dream....

For no greater beauty have I ever beheld, nor have I ever found, then this 

Perfection within everyway I believe, is whom she is ~

"What's wrong," she asked, "are you not going to see who it is?"

Glistening eyes, as I fixated upon her own, mirrors, of an endless hue

"No, not right now dear," as I then, poured her a drink

Smiling as she gracefully arose, proposing a toast I said

"To this moment, this day, to you and I, this time, and, amore"....

As I slowly reached forth my hand, to tenderly caress her rosen cheek

And to glide my fingers gently, through her shining auburn hair

"Here dear," leading her loveliness softly, "here, sit right there

That the sunlight may embrace your boundless beauty

This magnificence of your splendor, these wonders, from whom you truly are" ~

Glowingly she smiled once more, as with a passion, I then kissed her perfect lips

"I love you," she uttered

While as the mornings dew lit rays, reflected upon her enchantedness 

As a glittering arose about my own heart, and a warming, within my now raptured soul  

"So do I my love, I love you more," I returned

Retrieving my brush, my palette and my cloth

Exchanging glances amid knowing thoughts, these souls, so intertwined ~

"Excellent, do not move dear" 

As always was captured forever, within, this moment right here....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                                 ~ Painting, Mona Lisa ~

Premium Member Brave Belle Rosen

Mrs. Rosen, that was a brave thing to do.
You saved the preacher when he couldn’t get through.
While under water, you disregarded your own safety.
You pulled that heavy door off of him and he got free.
That was the most courageous thing without a doubt.
It was too bad that your heart gave out.
Everyone in the theater wanted you to survive.
Six, including your husband, managed to get out alive.
While the capsized ship managed to stay afloat, 
the survivors got out through the bottom of the boat.

Inspired by the 1972 film “The Poseidon Adventure”

Odour of Roses/Der Geruch Nach Rosen/El Odor De Rosas

The odour of roses 
Still lingers in icy air
In a fullmoon night

Snow left tracks on barren soil
Winter arrived too early

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Der Geruch nach Rosen
Liegt noch in eisiger Luft
In einer Vollmondnacht

Schnee lässt Spuren auf blankem Boden
Der Winter kam viel zu früh

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El odor de rosas
Aún se queda en aire helado
En una noche plenílunío

La nieve deja huellas en el suelo blanco
El invierno vino tan temprano

Cbd Bath Bombs

Lavender tinted
Two serpents of the sea
Chafing scales
Twisting through 
Kuroshio Currents

Prancing Minions 
Sirens of the deep
Bathing in rosen lilac 
l'écume de mer
Frothing on the Horizon

Silken Goddesses
Submerged in Epsom salinity
Artfully teasing
Envisioning 
A Better Tomorrow

Unforgiving Dissonance

fiddling with my
violin i can also
fiddle with my
viola in an
almost spastic
stance with head and

chin in an almost
accident rubbernecking
the accident which
has not not
only yet to

begin but will
happen
forgetting to
rosen my bow
now knowing

what the
screeching
of tires sounds
like played in
B flat major

Coronavirus Hazard

M-ysterious 
I-nfection's
C-oronavirus
H-azard
A-pplies
E-pidemic
L-ink's

R-abid
O-utbreak
S-ilently
E-mploying
N-astiness

Topic: Birthday of poet Michael Rosen (May 07) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

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