Best Rosier Poems

When the Goddess of aroma
graces my caffeinated soul, 
her milky quartz crown 
                     shines in shades 
        ...

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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...

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“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...

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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...

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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...

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  "L o v e   lives  
  in the archaic abyss of an 
        endless ocean, where wind and waves
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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...

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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...

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I WILL MISS US

I've witnessed seasons
Year in year out
I've seen faces dark and fair
I've met pple strangers and known
Many of a kind, humble and arrogant
I've met, meeting and still gonna meet

Not all the thick clouds is for rain
Not all the bright skies bring sunshine
Not all...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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