Best Rosier Poems
When the Goddess of aroma
graces my caffeinated soul,
her milky quartz crown
shines in shades
of ineffable pleasures.
Invigorating arabica stars within
my senses to rise
like steamy silhouettes~
laced in seraphic
aura of lotus chastity….
If coffee personifies
the electrifying taste
of my longing soul,
will fruity scents stir,
to evoke hidden
metaphors within this
mocha heart?
I’ll sketch
decaffeinated skies
with roasted beans
of brunette bliss.
Let colors of the
golden sun splatter
harmonious hues
of cosmic sanctity.
I’ll embrace the
aromatic elixir of life,
brewed with
floral hints of faith~
allowing unfiltered
essence of
meaningless mornings,
to reawaken an undying
thirst to illuminate
fading stardust.
Quenching serenity
from granulated values,
that depict
karmic kismet
across divine rivers
flowing with
spiritual awakening.
Perhaps, with every
sip of espresso,
we indulge a scoop of
cocoa gratitude,
expressing the
inner purity,
while happiness pours
into a crystal clear cup
of constant clarity.
There the light
of cinnamon
oozes amidst the
cleansed canvas of life,
to rescript an
ethereal ingredient
that guides us back to
a realm of rosier runes,
where ego has no palette
to rest upon,
for within us dwells
an immortal barista,
concocting healing drips
from caramelized visions.
I’ll hold on to these
unexplored cravings,
while the liberty of
conscience remains~
the first ray of
warmth I inhale.
When daylight befalls like
tints of tuscan tiramisu,
let me find the strength
to lure pale pigments
of weeping wind~
I’ll be the thread
that untangles unsettling
webs wrapped in
bitter breezes,
for the king of solace
and I, will become one;
celestially intertwined,
infused in bronze ink,
as one in a million flavors.
Categories:
rosier, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Roses felt rosier and Jasmine more fragrant
As tender winds breezed caressing our aura
Inducing sweet emotions in voices of passion
When eloquently we spoke language of love
Hosting conversation of charming sensations.
Climbing up high, touching contours of sky
A new dawn gladly smiled on our horizon
Uplifting golden sun in jubilance of autumn
Spreading amber tinges on orange elation
Teasing us with vignettes of doting affection.
Happily we discovered blushing inspirations
Igniting the flames of our cherished wants
As we held hands on pristine river banks
Undulating in meadows of resplendent vistas
Yearning to decipher the song in our heart.
Life then altered the meaning of our resolve
As we grew apart, forgetting idyllic vows
In sensuous aspirations of brand new starts.
How quickly love changed as time evolved---
Neither the same you are, nor am I who I was.
January 22, 2019
Placed first:That was then, this is now--contest by Silent One
Placed first: Strand choice K contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
rosier, lost love, love,
Form:
Verse
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow” ~ Unseeking Seeker
I flow like silken ripples
through mirrored lakes,
a lotus sprouting from
mountain streams,
soaked in the saffron
warmth of summer’s flare,
jeweled in citrine pearls of purity.
Awaiting galaxies of clarity
to unveil an emerald estuary,
streaming in sizzling serenity,
oblivious to the searing strings
of fickle tethers pulling
this delicate psyche
toward an abyss filled
with superficial scraps,
fragmented dreams,
and empty conch shells,
tearing my fragile skin
with splinters and sea glass,
reflecting the inflated ego
of a wanderer adrift
amidst ferocious tides.
O sacred skies,
adorned with starry scars,
I’ve long searched in vain
through a salt-soaked
cave of confusion
for twirling diamonds
and fragrant fireworks
to grant me an eternal
haven of celestial calligraphy
carved in halcyon ink,
unaware of the silver flecks
sparkling deep within my soul.
Must I forever be lost,
like languid leaves
pressed between chapters
of seasonal souvenirs,
or should I rise like
a mythical bird,
engrossed in golden musings,
a tameless seeker
of zestful zephyrs?
I am softened
streaks of twilight,
breathing ethereal dust,
while dancing to
the swirling silhouettes
above cosmic candles,
illuminating the orchid
orchard of consciousness,
as this heart beats to
the blissful rhythm
of an untouched breeze,
curating magnetic alchemy,
to harmonize inner music
in mellifluous mindfulness.
I am the light that
lights all the lights,
the undying glow
within supernova lanterns.
I am the artist
painting my own paradise,
immersed in topaz tunes
of an Elysian empire,
where divine scriptures
of the Almighty
conduct a choir
of continuous compassion.
So let the gates of your gaze
rest in singing silence,
listen to the unspoken reality,
echoing like tranquil rhymes
within a sonnet etched from
mystical moonbeams,
for between these lines~
floats the lunar wings,
manifesting a rosier awakening,
as my faith is the conqueror
of crystalline constellations,
forever basking in the euphoric glory
of tulsi dawn.
Categories:
rosier, blessing, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes, we expect
the sun to rise and smile,
through hazy hellish clouds
carrying vindictive
verdicts of venomous vultures,
surmising hues of
ink to pierce through
pores of this bleeding pen,
imagining rainbows
will unravel colors,
in violent violets and
intricate indigo streaks,
refusing to walk around
streets with
hailing stones of storms.
But what if the skies
unfold mysteries of yesterday,
would tales of truth need
translated transcripts?
oblivious to the weight
of every thorn I sustain
within these words I weave.
Whilst daggers
on my spine
still remain rusted with
runes of revelations,
as I’ve felt claws sharper
than twisted tongues,
so those feculent fingers
pointing at abstracts
across fields of
fruitful flowers,
adorned with
smokey quartz
jewels of life,
is nothing but
mere artless blades,
that burn bridges
from blunt blindness.
Let the bare brokenness
of your rags be
the conqueror of your
own demise,
I’ve seen too many
ghosts turn into
steel hearted devils with
tasteless plans.
Yet these cracks
won’t grow wider
from misconstrued
conclusions,
from barely noticeable
turbulence within a
psychological warfare.
I am more than your
definition of sharpened
needles and knives,
as I’ve been nurtured
in fearless forests with
herds of faceless wolves,
this warrior spirit
is unmovable,
by a million mountains
engraved with
lifeless blood and
bones of your kind,
so take your little
quilt of cowardly questions,
wrap them around your
fragile little ego,
perhaps, sleep too
can reveal
rosier dreams
in your doomed
nights filled with terrors,
for I refuse to
drink from chalices
of emptiness
concocted from
bitter ingredients.
Categories:
rosier, emotions,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
rain washes away all sorrow
so there's rosier tomorrow
when pearl dreams unfurl empty lies
sparks of fireflies design my skies
as cosmic crystals I’ll follow
Categories:
rosier, emotions, muse, rain,
Form:
Quintilla
"L o v e lives
in the archaic abyss of an
endless ocean, where wind and waves
rhyme with the blues in scented stillness"
As echoes of the silent shore reveal secrets~
buried in the deep-blue spine of the
creased, cold sea, I search for lyrical cues,
dreaming on the lurid lips of a salt-kissed
enigma, painted with bliss-strokes of sunset eyes.
For sometimes, when time tricks euphoric twilight with
greed, amidst the quiescence that hydrates this
healing soul, I find myself drifting to a mythical valley of
iridescent violets, floating like glistening
jewels seized from the warm arms of skylines. As,
kismet stars sprinkle golden tears upon pages that
left me comfortably rhymeless, breathing in
metaphors of memories lost in frozen mists,
nestling within hushed songs of the mourning bluebirds…
O beloved moon, swirl with me to a rosier phase~
perfumed with Aphrodite’s elegance,
quenched with spring allure of Ades’ petals;
reverie of timeless rivers
streaming with heartbeats of twin flames,
tied to an amethyst ambience,
unraveling a cosmic connection
veiled in vanilla orchids…and
when the music of the ocean ricochets into
xylophone chimes and nostalgic notes,
you’ll remember me as your ballad, forever sealed in,
zestful conch shells, until the sun no longer tastes my poetic pulse…
Categories:
rosier, love, romance,
Form:
Abecedarian
The Moon
loves in lilac, sees in maroon,
swathed in gossamer and thyme of galaxies,
basking in the periwinkle pages
of my bejeweled mind,
as the night unravels a story
written in powdered vermilion,
of sun-dried moments
and bleached butterflies,
emanating wolfsbane and wisteria woes
of a maternal soul that sings for solace,
wishing sighs within clouds
carrying cotton candy lies
would see through these eyes,
and feel the warmth
between raining thistles.
For every star has a pattern of its own,
and there is no silver brighter
than the spark of faith
and kindness that flows
between charismatic constellations.
You and I, we are different shades of
glistening glows,
born to soar in sync with the
synchronized rhythm of peace,
tangled in a cosmic ballet
where love is more than a poetic word.
To embrace the difference of dialects,
the darkness before the morning rays,
the cataclysmic consequences of ignorance,
an effortless language forever
spoken between your astral seas
and my rosary of regrets.
Tonight, must I listen to the
heartbeat of the horizon
as monsoon tears fall upon my skin,
kissing away stained sorrow,
nurturing the saplings of grief,
in silence and solitude,
drawing a gamboge garden of sunrise,
resembling scented pastels
facing magenta musings
within the crescent of hope…
There is no rhyme rosier than the other,
through mismatched metaphors,
I weave magic of desires,
with wishbone clovers
breathing dreams
brushed in rosemary sage
touched by destiny,
for karma knows
no name nor skin,
but the face of love and
voice of hibiscus havens
an empathetic hymn
shared between ebony
and ivory hearts....
Categories:
rosier, life, light,
Form:
Free verse
Written for the contest “SOMETHING OLD SOMETHING NEW.” My original poem was written in 2017 as an epithalamium. The edit for John Lawless’ contest has become a rhyme.
SOMETHING OLD SOMETHING NEW
1. Something Old
TO LIFE AND WEDDING NIGHT BLISS
To the BRIDE, To the GROOM ~
consumed by blushing love,
ardor of amicable affection.
OH the passion that waits
in your bedroom suite, sweet
Eden’s confection, a mixed elixir,
a tango of crystal turning two into one.
And perhaps the soft music
and the flickering candlelight
will bless your love on this night
in nine months time another life
will further sweeten up your home.
Oh mighty blush, how it stings
your young and innocent cheeks!
A kiss or two will do you good,
bid you goodnight but not adieu.
And you shall wake, all the rosier,
as we all giggle and gather for brunch.
We live through you two, in memories
or hopefulness, feeling your pulse,
beating with the grand affair of your hearts.
May your blessings be greater than your sorrows,
lasting what feels like an eternity. Okay we jest,
and smile between us married couples. Truly,
may you be blessed with gentleness, love,
adventure of bountiful years. In applause,
we lift our overflowing glasses
to the lovely BRIDE and blushing GROOM!
CHEERS!
9/19/2017
Epithalamium
2. Something New
To the bride! To the Groom!
Bless your love-at-first-sight—
Uncovering of angel wings,
Soft music, flickering candlelight,
The bee’s delightful sting.
To the bride! To the groom!
Infused with Eden’s perfection.
Blushing elixir of honey’d room.
Partake of conjugal confection.
Under the Hesperus unfold—
Oh the rapture released - heat
In Winter’s saturant cold.
Buoyant tango betwixt satin sheets.
To the bride! To the groom!
In paradise, two become one.
May a miracle, performed in the womb,
Net you a daughter and son.
May your cornucopia hold passionate fruit.
In reception, our ardor pulse spreads.
Celebration lifts with joyous flutes.
Excitement reigns - our kingdoms wed.
9/30/2021
Rhyme
Categories:
rosier, wedding,
Form:
Rhyme
How dainty and shy is she
She is even ever so, she warms the soul.
If you do handle her, handle with carefulness.
If she is approachable at all.
Sweet and delicate a flower
With a winter strength of gold
So I suppose she knows her
Elegance
This rose is so admired and LONELY
On winters dance floor.
For none other grows at the frigid
Cusp of this season except this rose
Watch her in the most frosted temperatures,
She hoards the empathy of passing strangers
On their way to festive affairs.
What a dizzying fanciful dessert
Any and every heart would dote deliriously
One of life's priorities, this golden rose
Rosy, rosier, rosiest
Every other rose knows
Fancies her, most fanciest, she's fancier
With her white snowflake dress
The most alluring. The golden quiet
Queen knowing her pose and poise
With silent rejoice.
Categories:
rosier, dance, happy, lonely, rose,
Form:
Alliteration
Hiding Behind A Mask
Everything seems different,
In the eyes of a child.
Danger, strife, and trouble,
Are seldom ever allowed.
A rosier point of view,
Clouds what they see.
No evil can be seen,
That’s apparent to you and me.
Children live in a dream world,
Not able to see around the bend,
Easily they become targets,
Every now and then.
To thief’s of innocents,
To criminals of the soul,
And though we try to protect them,
The damage takes it toll.
Our children, the future of tomorrow,
Are forced to grow-up fast.
From strangers, family, and friends,
Who hide behind a mask.
Categories:
rosier, childhood
Form:
Rhyme
I stare at your face as I remember it so vividly.
I remember every piece of hair
You crafted to lay so perfectly in place
The tip of your nose that became slightly rosier with each year
The way your eyes wrinkled when you smiled
Your hard belly against mine as you gave me a hug
When you said "I love you kid"
And the pricelessness of those words
Spoken more frequently towards the end.
I wish we had more time
So I could show you who I have become
You may be gone but your love lingers on
In the hearts of not only your family
But every person you touched
And welcomed as part of that family
You showed me that love is deeper than the surface
It is rooted over time
Solidified in the thick and maintained through the thin.
I close my eyes
Trying to picture the beautiful place
You have chosen you reside
Sometimes I whisper to you,
Hoping you can hear me
Just to say I love you
I know I will have to wait patiently
For the next chapter
When we all will reside together
Categories:
rosier, angel, death, grandfather,
Form:
Free verse
TO LIFE AND WEDDING NIGHT BLISS
To the BRIDE, To the GROOM ~
consumed by blushing love,
ardor of amicable affection.
OH the passion that waits
in your bedroom suite, sweet
Eden’s confection, a mixed elixir,
a tango of crystal turning two into one.
And perhaps the soft music
and the flickering candlelight
will bless your love on this night
in nine months time another life
will further sweeten up your home.
Oh mighty blush, how it stings
your young and innocent cheeks!
A kiss or two will do you good,
bid you goodnight but not adieu.
And you shall wake, all the rosier,
as we all giggle and gather for brunch.
We live through you two, in memories
or hopefulness, feeling your pulse,
beating with the grand affair of your hearts.
May your blessings be greater than your sorrows,
lasting what feels like an eternity. Okay we jest,
and smile between us married couples. Truly,
may you be blessed with gentleness, love,
adventure of bountiful years. In applause,
we lift our overflowing glasses
to the lovely BRIDE and blushing GROOM!
CHEERS!
9/19/2017
Epithalamium Form
Categories:
rosier, blessing, wedding,
Form:
Epithalamium
I'm a flower; I stand tall and primp for the world to see,
As a blooming princess, I incur both acclaim and glory.
Shaking shyly under a whimsical sky in dull tree stumps,
Soft melting snow vacuums up my tumescent clumps.
Eastward, where the eagle's feathers spread for flight,
Glow magnifies, bidding farewell to the fading twilight.
Once the days lengthen, they grow rosier and warmer,
Wintry endless dullness for my darling little charmer.
Paving the way for brighter days and lifting the spirit,
Vivid illumination, glowing embers, ruby, and pure merit.
Vibe shone in dual heat, a starry sky coated in sublime,
As stirring winds sate the slight cold, of ululating time.
Awe-inspiring bliss at the first arrival of spring thrill,
The morphology of the blooms on the saffron daffodil
Ritzily jasmine, eerie whispers ripple across the woods,
Spring, my lover, spills my soul in its pacific moods.
Fields of color bloom with bright joy, in ribald delight.
Narcissus competes with tulips for greater height.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 19, 2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Categories:
rosier, appreciation, beauty, spring,
Form:
Personification
The sky never complains about the storms,
but homes clusters of things we’ve lost~
to form a canopy of comfort,
amidst electric threads, suffocating in silence.
When cold is the air ~ tender and crisp,
cradling the gold within jinxed jasmines,
aching for a rosier rise of the sun,
as clouds sigh reveries, tinged with tears,
wreathed in memories,
of how love was once an orchid in summer,
now this heart trembles, frozen in numbness,
like a vine breathing in winter,
seeking tendrils of truth from soils of promises~
a quiet verse in a permafrost sonnet,
sealed with thistles ~ settling into nothingness,
but will the snow moon,
ever taste the hope within solitude,
that rests upon my tongue?
Or am I to remain a paradox of petals,
floating through flurry lakes of space and time?
Categories:
rosier, love, sun,
Form:
Free verse
“You’re burlap and satin; you’re leather and lace,”
the bride-to-be’s mother said. “He’s a disgrace!
Break up with him. It’s not too late to save face.
He’s our neighbor’s farmhand. He should know his place.”
Her dad said, “He’s not in your league, can’t you see?
If you marry, think of how poor you will be.
You’ll not get one cent from your mother and me.
Go give back that cheap little ring and be free.”
The daughter cried, “No, I’ll give you up instead
if I must. I know what my grandparents said
to you, Dad. They thought you were out of your head
to want a rich, pampered girl. ‘Not her,’ they pled.
And, Mom, how did Grandma and Grandfather feel
when they met my Dad-to-be? Did he appeal
to them as a good choice? YOU said they had real
concerns. He seemed somewhat rough. So you would steal
away to get married. Your choices were right.
THAT—they now admit. Though you’re happy and quite
successful, as newlyweds you had to fight
your folks’ disapproval, and money was tight.
We’re burlap and satin—as once were you two!
Our future will have a much rosier hue
if you bid your coldness—and not US—adieu!
We don’t want your money. Your blessing will do!”
Date:March 12, 2018
Contest Title: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen placed 5th of 10
February 24, 2019, entered in Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 21
June 21, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's contest Your Choice (12) Love Verse
June 5, 2021
entered in Anthony Biaanco's $ Contest placed 8th (of ten placements)
Categories:
rosier, children, conflict, love, parents,
Form:
Monorhyme