Rose Divorce Poems

I walked inside my burning home,
Gave him a second chance. 
Where even the welcoming doormat now, 
frowned upon my glance.
Broken glass, a shattered sea,
Hopes and...

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We are not defined by weather
For it was summers touch that fated us
We met most certainly like comets in an October sky
Unaware of love at...

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Sister

You are a gift. 
You are a brilliant, 
beautiful flower. 
You are a rose in the garden.
You are a vivid, 
and intense color, 
unique among...

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Maid

My maid of honor, 
my best friend, (smile)
help me in the moment, 
help me in the hour, 
help me make it down... 
the great white...

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They say Marriage is a 50/50 love, yet
at its end I became that lonesome dove.
Seeing I was outnumbered, I slowly caved into 
her marital masquerade,...

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6 Dec 2021 8:05 AM

We met in December 1990 it was a warm Arizona day
I smiled at you and your eyes shyed away

You did your...

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I wear this smile just for you,
It's fake and hurts for me to do.

All the times she did it too,
Wore that smile while black and...

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The rose has died 
A slow and painful death!
Poison has melted it through.
The weeds  c r e p t  ever tighter
R o u...

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Through rose colored glasses we see a universe full of opportunity, desire, obstacles, triumphs.
The journey of love offers optimism for most.
But a broken heart demeans...

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I wandered between the mist of twilight and blue,
there's no sleep for those who day dream, you fool!

I stumbled upon a dusty path, barely lit...

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Asking for support and not your agreement,
I looked into your eyes

Seeing rejection, a stare blank and cold,
all connection was untied

Words became hollow, our rose only...

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The End of Nothing

I am sitting...
waiting and thinking. 
Really going crazy, 
slowly insane. 
I am at home, 
trapped. (by discretion)

My guy is in the building....

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Roses for a Lover, Idealized
by Michael R. Burch

When you have become to me
as roses bloom, in memory,
exquisite, each sharp thorn forgot,
will I recall?yours made me...

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Wake

What is that noise?
I have heard it before?
In the ramblings...
of my loved ones words? 

I must get up and seek it out.
I rise like the...

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Winter
by Michael R. Burch
 
The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.
 
The...

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