Rose I Am Poems

I sleep 
to visit You 
in Your dreams,

oh my Esteemed -

a gauche novitiate,
there like a Laureate
You receive me

to learn Your secrets,
there wisdom is served
like as...

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As petals open one by one
I think of rehabilitation
But who am I?
Wild Irish rose I used to be.

I am a part of what's in you
I...

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I am…

Washing a stormy night clean, its promise
this empty grave,
where sunshine suddenly erases the shadows,
who sigh like dejected, broken tears,
surfacing in the dewdrops, 
lifting the...

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I am Africa, the cradle of mankind,
Where ancient footprints in the sands of time entwined,
The birthplace of humanity, divinely designed,
In my esteemed valleys, where life...

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(I am ALIVE) MY FATHER GRACED ME 

Early on before the dawn
 I lay prostrate horizontal 
I spoke aloud, I thank God.
 That I'm alive,...

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I know that I am
(This soul)
By Michelle Morris
21/10/2023

I look at this image
The mirror reflects her to me
I see inside the beauty
The soul I'd like to...

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A Monoku by: Ink Empress 
  The ink of my skin doesn't define me nor does it construe my poetry.

Am I not human to...

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In the realm of dreams and gaiety
A rose blooms in my heart, glamour strikes with vivacity 
My stretched hand reaches to fondly pet the palm...

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I am searching for a real Hero
Not a virtual or an actual zero
I am searching for many Heroes
And I want to earn many zeros
After any...

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There is something on the inside of me and it's growing?
Jesus
There is something trying to hinder me trying to deny?
What I thrive
Distant unbelief!  ...

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I Am as I Am, vibrant, centred and complete ~
I dance to the rhythm of God’s magical bliss beat
~ quote by poet


Because I live, my...

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They may whisper and jeer behind my back,
Coz they stand no chance abutting my way
They may even write long letters and hip upon rack
I’m sure...

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Something inside me is calling
Some things are caught on thorny thoughts 
Sometimes I radiate and deviate as thoughts linger

I bleed icy dreams
Dark as ink, silent...

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"The Call of the Grimoire" 


when Exalibur was retrieved 

from the rock, then foolishly 
and irretrievably lost 
in that dreadful battle most worthless

the imps encouraged...

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Softened attention

Why would we dispose
fragrance of a rose,
uplifting spirit,
judging not merit?

Yet it is clinging,
to echoes singing
meanings we infuse,
as of our heart's muse.

Memory recall
stifles the bliss...

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