Best Smell The Roses Poems
Smell the roses
When you’re in an awful hurry and haven’t time to spare
And everything’s a worry you’re rushing here and there
While all the jobs are piling up, there’s dishes in the sink
You haven’t time to wash a cup, you haven’t time to think
Stop... and smell the roses, that well worn old cliché
For sure as little apples, tomorrow is another day.
The Lord bless you in a very special way in the year 2006. In our society today
which is very fast paced there is a place you can go to anywhere, at any time, no
matter what your day may be like. Take time out to smell the roses!!! Look up
and around you and you will distinctly see God's hand of love, mercy, and grace.
In the people He created, in the tender smile of a child, in the beauty of the blue,
blue, skies. In the early morning sunrise, in the beauty of a sunset, every season
has it's own heavenly beauty. Each day is a blank page and God has filled the
outline through His creation, and He will fill the day with His awesome love and
smile and help, if we would just let Him!!! God is still on the throne and His ears
are always open to our heart cry. Take time each day to look up and you will be
pleasantly surprised at what the Lord has in store for you this day. He is waiting
and will reveal Himself to you !!! You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Your
destiny is held safely in the palm of His hands. And know this day and every day
that Jesus loves you, with an everlasting love. Be greatly blessed and
encouraged.
Whoa! Friends, slow down a bit, smell the roses
And appreciate your situations.
We can’t lose sight what’s under our noses
If we do, we invite our frustrations.
Who needs that god-awful discouragement?
Not you or me, so look for the flowers,
They are there. Look around, follow the scent
But don’t look in other people’s bowers
You have plenty more in your own backyard.
Now take a whiff and thank your lucky stars
For these gifts, you have earned this high regard.
That’s right my friends, give yourselves a cigar.
Over the years we sowed what we reaped
Its harvest time now, the roses smell sweet.
Delicate perfume
Black yellow devil hidden
Truly inspired pain
‘Twas an ordinary day in an ordinary park
When an old woman cam up to me
She said “Lend me your ear and I’ll show you the future
For only a very small fee”
So I gave her a dollar and a tentative smile
As a liquor flask peered through her gown
“Come closer my dear for your future awaits”
Then she laid out the cards all faced down
I saw a man smelling roses on Wall Street
Below a suit hanging above on a noose
Graffiti on the wall next to the plummeting Dow
Read: “This is what faith produced”
I saw the man from Oz selling promises
Behind a billboard with Photoshop skin
His magazine telling us who we should be
“Here are your cheekbones, your nose and your chin.”
Card three was a woman with a cardboard sign
Reading: “The Anti-Christ is here”
While snorting a line of cocaine on a bible
Reality is what she feared
I saw an hour-glass flanked by a tombstone resting
Atop a plasma television set
Where a family consumed cheap fast-food
While being trapped in the media’s net
The last card was the strangest of all
A long white beach with a message in the sand
And footsteps leading into the sea
Four words: “Which one are you?”
The old lady gathered her cards
And returned them to the top of the deck
“I never bother to shuffle them,” she said
Nor would I bother to check
(Free Verse)
Take time to see around you
So much that we take for granted
We all miss those little things
Which mean much more in life
We blindly make our way sometimes
Not knowing where we are
Not knowing for sure how or when to stop
Or what at the end of the rainbow waits for us
Most of the time the world seems,
For us such a confusing and lonely place
We want so much more all the time
Than what in the present we might have
Things come and go with the speed of time
Rushing and groaning the days are drifting by
Adept the fingers of time never pause for a moment
In time leafing continual pages of joys and of…sorrows
We should learn to stop for a moment
From our very busy lives and take a look around
And really see what we might be missing all the time
Everyday of our lives when we're in pursue of other things
We should learn to stop for a moment
And really smell the roses that are paved in our way
To stop for a moment and appreciate everybody
That God had given us to love and care everyday
The world spins around and never stops,
For you and me things may not be always right
Always something missing always something lacking
Out of life, in the distance we hear the peals of laughs
Smiles leave reflections clamoring for much more
Much more than what we perceive and seek
Chained up by days and more days
We follow right behind scratching for more air
But the world never stops for you and me
It will never stop for you and me
And never had stopped before for no one
And you know very well that it will never will
So make the best of what you now have
Breathe deep and never stop dreaming
Because dreams have a way of coming true
If you persist and never give up and be true to yourself.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2005
December,9,2014
You may miss your bus
If you stop to smell the roses
But it is worth It
Life is too short
To write testaments of pain
Upon your beautiful face.
Find love while the sun shines
So you may blossom in warmth
When the night finally knows your name.
Life is too short
To see a soldier and smell war
When deep in his eyes
Lies veins of patriotism and sacrifice.
Learn the art of love
For you are a written epistle, to all men.
Life is too short
To see a brother walk on the sea
And say he knows not how to swim.
Take some time off
Tell your shadow to say after you
While you recite the pledge of brotherhood.
Life is too short
To think about the battles you fought
And the treasures you lost
When surely, we shall find joy.
Say prayers before you sleep
And toast with heaven in your dreams.
Wake up and smell the roses
For you're the beauty of mankind
Michael Ace
#magicalpoetry
©ACEworld
My heart is like a desert,come and make it a forest
Loneliness is an insurmountable pain my heart is falling give it a cane
To think to be alone means being insane
From now my heart will never ever be the same
without you i'm losing the game
My heart is injured come to me to be the healer
don't come if you want to be the executioner
without your hair which is like sunshine
I'm going to die,i will sleep in the shrine
I want on my shrine to be full of rose flowers
Rose flowers may bring the smell of your hair to the people passing by
So i will let the people,let all their noses,To slow down and smell the roses.
He is miles away
He wants to be forgiven
I smell the roses
Be Bop Bop, Hey!
The bongos sound hollow today
Burned out is me
Countless years of intensity
Toasted to black
Headed for a real heart attack
Never thinking this possible
To a man invincible
Stop to smell the roses they say
Nope, they're just hay
Woke up a couple weeks ago
Thought I had died
And
The world had changed
Things seemed just a little too real
Stuff in my bedroom was talking
Asking me, "You remember me?"
It was my life story playing
That happens right before you die
'twas time for a new set of dice
I went into the music room
Played a new tune on the bongos
Just letting it flow, trying to get the rhythm and feeling back
I closed my eyes and played until I was covered in sweet sweat
And coming to the conclusion
Smell the Roses
smell the roses now
stop, breathe in before you are
buried beneath them.
i'll still smell the roses
so precious and sweet
the scented pine needles
as they hang from the trees
i'll still hear the lonely hounds
at night as they bay
see the sky far above me
be it blue or at times gray
then someone someday
will mention your name
and i'll feel regret in my veins
for in my heart your love remains
i do supposes...
raindrops on roses
are too wet for noses
when walking i goes-es