Best Rosewater Poems
A tepid breeze delicately descends,
embedding a sphere of embers engulfed in saffron flames,
but intrinsic illuminations cannot soothe somber sorrows.
Splashes of persimmon and periwinkle horizons,
turn indigo, before twilight disappears into ebony hues.
Nocturnal pondering drifts to magical memories.
In the middle of the night,
when butterflies dance to the moon's song.
A plethora of elegance surrounds,
as a million fireflies prepare a path of crystal fragility.
Fate has little sympathy for forgotten symphonies.
In the mysterious music of tonight,
pearl in the sky reflects in scarlet shades,
moonlight shimmers like blood on distant tides.
Strings of sorrow serenade in stentorious stings.
melancholic mind moves like a funeral march,
yearning for veiled daylight behind mute mists.
There is an ache in absence,
a despair in distance -
reflected through lamenting eyes.
If only we could smash this cocoon,
that prevents us from floating free -
but majestic chic wings remain in chains.
My lips are like velvet petals,
forming the grandest golden sunflower,
confined behind onyx structures of frailty,
vulnerably yearning to be healed,
by tender rosewater kisses.
Painful palpitations from a pomegranate heart,
bleed in bitter shades of black.
A hollowness only separated souls silently sense.
Hope can be hidden behind
a canopy of Cimmerian clouds.
To create a rainbow,
love requires sun rays and rain drops.
To weave an eternal pattern,
where beloveds ascend in peace and harmony -
forever.
Categories:
rosewater, absence, analogy, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
“I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”
Frida Kahlo“
In the absence of love,
a childhood is shaped by the stars,
but when black smoke is the only impression in the light,
sorrows peel in soundless motions - slow burning.
When fate is sealed with a goodbye,
in an 'all I never asked for' moment,
the weight of fear appears as a niggling nightmare
in our personal book of dreams,
so we drift into an abyss of discarded destinies -
untamed we roam into a wildfire of lost souls.
I'm a silent knight unable
to suppress this wandering muse,
so I portray my darkness through rosewater ink,
which flows like a scarlet oasis of waterfalls,
merging into sapphire oceans of poetic heartbeats.
I blame my past for this saviour complex,
but battling demons has become my beautiful undoing.
Ugliness of sugar coated words,
hidden behind metaphorical daggers,
has engraved scars with unhealed wounds,
leading me upon a path resenting sealed emotions.
When nostalgic rain sings in sea shell whispers,
I wish I could hold the sun in my arms,
to stop me from pouring
in melancholic bleeding moonlight,
but my beloved's eyes resemble dandelion reveries,
reminding me of a fragrant bouquet of memories,
pleading to personify her in
petrichor perfumed poems.
Her scent resurrects my muse to life..
She always says:
"Never mind the moon, it's only a reminder of forgotten midnight promises."
How her heart is an island where my waves will eternally kiss her shores.
A sanctuary for my inner child to forever build sandcastles."
My destiny leads to the end of a rainbow,
which rests upon the ivory sands of her treasure -
where internal flames become calm.
Categories:
rosewater, analogy, childhood, dream, love,
Form:
Free verse
She reigns with rosewater essence and long-stemmed style,
the honey of perfection and purring elegance;
with feline finesse in stilettos she walks on elevated air -
her shapely legs of lyrical rapture in rhythm
with the refined beats of her high heeled heart.
Susan Ashley
June 2, 2018
Categories:
rosewater, beautiful, woman,
Form:
Free verse
This boat is full
a vessel overflowing
a shoal
afloat
in bitter mist
Dream boy, dream—
drab gloom
sunlight on your husk;
damp frazzles
lightweight trunks
around your gaunt calves;
fields of algae
spacious green meadows,
gannets
chanting larks
You buried memories
with clawing fingers in scarred soil—
- small hibiscus petals
rosewater fragrance
one rippled giggle
tattered pink of her dress
small scabs under band aids -
fertilized dust with saline grief
This boat is full
a vessel overflowing
darkness howls
***
August 8, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
rosewater, courage, immigration,
Form:
Free verse
Years my father nostalgic for my mother.
She'd set the Shabbat table
Guess the white cloth the flu vegetable land
Let the fine flour, put the meat
Put the tomatoes and garlic
She could cook.
It tasted feed came from us
And so would put us as cookies Yu Yu Tonisaiot
Sweet biscuits dipped in liquid dam
Rosewater would add my grandmother if she had been allowed to
But here in my mother would make the salads very thinly
To unite us at the Shabbat table.
I did not learn a foreign language parents
My parents speak their language changes
Request a sweet Polish father
Tunisian mature mother
And I did not learn of them a foreign language
Only Hebrew sucked mother that it was not her mother tongue
She spoke with her sisters in French
Arabic
Jewish and jargon that far.
In the kitchen I did not learn a foreign language
Only Hebrew
Categories:
rosewater, family, mother, language, grandmother,
Form:
Epic
What is my conception of love?
Now that I let me straw hat rest
On the rocks of Moses’ teachings
Now that I behold robins pick my seeds
What is my conception of love?
Love is an old cotton Djellaba
I wear early sometime in December
When Goethe’s muse rambles alone
The deserted Georgian streets of Borjomi
Eliza found a perennial Canadian love
Probably in the wings of a broken dove
She tends to it by late May rosewater
Sadly, she shuns the idea of a second abandonment
You know that I know that nothing remains the same
Not even my grandmother’s sesame candies
Let me just sip alone those cups of rusty mirage
My brown Turkish beret shall rest alone
On the broken trim of a shaded window
Overlooking a battered copy of Truth and Method
Categories:
rosewater, love, romantic, sorrow, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
When nothingness of a blank canvas
is smudged by glossy crayons of a child,
a messy picture chuckles in a new carnival.
When thoughts twinkle stargazing the sky
unfurling a drama in splendor of limerance,
an enchanted soul chimes like a chandelier.
When fingers tingle in touch of embrace
trembling underneath a virtual warm wrap
a fragile dream meanders, on dainty tendrils
When a fresh shower arouses scent
of a landscape lined in primrose and peony,
a luscious splash of rosewater permeates.
When daisies laugh in brightest yellow,
music sunbathing a vast green meadow
a melody in beats of que sera resonates.
When a dawn waiting beyond the horizon
hangs the moon low, over the ocean,
a complex world , blurrs out of vision.
That scrambled emotion, has a beautiful name, they say it's called love.
You say "You're mine" a thousand times and still never enough.
9th June 2019
Sponsor Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest : Going Deep within an Emotion
Categories:
rosewater, beautiful, imagery, love, romantic
Form:
Verse
Her world is a paranoid marketplace.
Fear is the zeitgeist and panic her shame.
She’d married her psyche to a dog whistle pimp
Who’d promised her he’d drain the swamp.
And sure enough, he did.
Drained it right into her swimming pool.
Idea thieves, poetry forgers, and high-water prophets
Trouble her intangibles to no end of sadness
With pressed-flower language, and wallpaper promises.
They give her Teflon skillets, microwavable plastic,
Flushable wipes, and jade v*gin* eggs
With which to contemplate the world to come,
While she’s sipping absinthe with Pablo, of course.
Now the dinky engine is on the narrow gauge
Approaching a junction packed with
Fingernail dirt and tactical nukes.
The flood of refugees is on the rise,
Taking the road to more primitive times.
Someone drank all the sanctified church wine.
Now she waits for the suicide drones.
Rosewater tonics won’t offer relief
When the bill for the wedding comes due,
Her field of dreams beneath a mushroom cloud.
Categories:
rosewater, allegory, america, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
1 John 1:9 KJV - If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
THE DEPTH OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
a shame to not know the condition of your soul -
be joyful in the depth of acknowledgement.
it is like taking a rosewater bath,
the cleansing of the sullied parts,
the soul glows eternally grateful.
if we confess, we clean up our mess…
it is not really us
but God does the work
the perk of listening to his Son
“who is faithful and just”
like a groom to the bride, Jesus is faithful.
our sins can be forgiven though he is just.
Father God sees his Son’s righteousness
wrapped around us. the second Adam
came to reclaim what was lost. man’s tongue
tied in knots as Satan slithered in Eden, but
now the fruit of doom’s untangled to bless
instead of cursing oneself.
how clean is clean? a hot coal burns
your lips, unsealed to receive sips
of living water. dunked underwater
so sin will come undone
and you will drown forevermore
in Jesus’ love.
don’t be afraid to close the lid
on the departed, to bask
in the new you —
you look fabulous
in your saintly garb,
not at all confused.
you're at peace. Jesus
restores what the devil stole from you —
your marriage, your kids, life’s genuine jewels.
if you were too far gone
down the rabbit hole,
plucked from quicksand,
just in time,
his shepherd rod and crook
will gently guide
you to a hope and a future.
Shake off the rattle of the serpent,
the wild skin rots your flesh —
the uproarious joy of the Lord
raises the roof beyond all comparison…
look around at the weak imitation
of the Niagara, a clear night of stars,
the Rainbow Mountains, cherry blossoms
in season…i could go on.
The afterlife party with the Son will be heavenly.
1/27/2022
Repent and Believe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
rosewater, christian,
Form:
Free verse
O BELLADONNA AMARYLLIS!
Lovely petals in bloom
A bride and a groom
A honeysuckle room
a tiny seed
Gathering the sheaves
Greenback leaves
For her folded sleeves
a watered seed
Rosewater wife
Healthy strife
A perfect life
a split pea
A former bach*
Time tick tock
Pregnant frock
naked ladies breathe
~ 6/29/2017 ~
Rhyme Form
Belladonna Amaryllis -
also known as Naked Ladies
Bach - bachelor - pronounced “batch”
Categories:
rosewater, birth,
Form:
Rhyme
I cover myself in rosewater,flower myself with petals
My hair goes down my shoulders while giving an aroma of lavender
Do you think I’m pretty?
I curl my lashes, wash my hair, I can’t wait to see you
Do you think I’m pretty?
I look in the mirror one last time, tell myself to not look again
You see me and tell me I look exquisite
My cheeks flush, I begin to bite my lips until they become the tone of summer raspberries
You look at me,your jaw starts to tense, your mouth begins to water
Just let me have a taste he says
I tell him not yet
We walk to his apartment
We drink cherry wine
I think about what flavor you are while you talk about how your passions drive you crazy at night
I feel my lip, I’m biting it again, I want to wait
You start to undress me and the rose petals start to fall
I’m opening up to you
You grabbed my face suddenly yet so gently
We start to kiss and you leave me breathless in between
You stop and look at me like we are the only ones in the universe
The rest is just white noise
We explore each other’s body like maps of places we have yet to meet
I want a love like this
A love so powerful it consumes every inch of my soul
I want a fresh pair of eyes to see me
The real me
The fragile, hopeless romantic who pretends to be nothing of what she can actually be
Please find me
Categories:
rosewater, kiss, love, lust,
Form:
half opened red buds
in petal folds raindrops tucked -
rosewater drizzles
Categories:
rosewater, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Expecting a flood of love letters
as scribbling on a sheet of rosewater
the fragrance crushed earthy scent
a thornless moonlight rose
an aesthetic storm is brewing
beyond spiritual vitality flows.
Breaking down obstacles
It's because I don't fit into stereotypes
I intend to be myself on this journey
I'm not unique but I'm lacking wisdom,
Yes, I am a free spirit and a bold mind.
Indeed, I am eccentric and disorderly
I'm just rusty and dusty
I may fall, but I will always rise
If you talk easily, I laugh bitterly
I wish to be "me," despite my flaws.
Written: January 29, 2023
Categories:
rosewater, analogy, character, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Swain…
I wanted you to stay with me forever.
Swain…
I wanted you not to go there
where I left my heart ache.
Till the end of life, I want you to be mine
Put up with me till the dark…
Swain…
I have a glass of wine
And the feeling of divine
Just for you…oh baby…Just for you.
Twinkling stars embellished us,
Full moon night cherished us
With the brightness of love.
Swain…
You are my peace,
You have the tiny space
Inside my heart.
You are the reason
for the celebration.
Teardrops in eyes of mine
are dancing with joy,
My heart is skipping beats
just after your arrival! Oh my, Swain….
Swain...
Oh, my gorgeous you are
the delight of my life,
You are the bit of rosewater in the drought...
You are the cure for my all pain,
And the angel for one who's dying
with the broken heart and the broken wings...
Oh, my swain...
Categories:
rosewater, appreciation, death, i love
Form:
Lyric
Epaulets of schmaltzy eyes set to be so loose
Given a glass of rosewater, its perfect booze!
This cattish damsel in the planetary alignment of swank
Regularly chichi, sometimes bltchy
Never mind, always kind, two-up for a Blanc.
A scene isn’t required in this oratorio of vigorous clap,
Attend our burlesque all graceful, with a strap,
Ready for a striptease of the intellect
In the house of opaque ornaments and frill
No defence, for I've come to kneel
Before the throne thrown a bone
And over it like a dog I bog-in
Committing - a sin after sin.
Where to stop, when to cop?
Though if it is dead when all is said
In the endless abyss of frenzy and tears
I command the battle of no fears
Until the end of Act 1
Stay put, it’s not done!
You’ve moved, you’ve improved
It’s time! It’s time!
Categories:
rosewater, fun,
Form:
Verse