Rose Into Poems | Examples
These Rose Into poems are examples of Into poems about Rose. These are the best examples of Into Rose poems written by international poets.
With His arms wide open and His head bowed low
He prayed to His Father, without making a show
Two thieves at His side, one repented one not
Savior of this world, gave it all He got
They placed Him in a tomb and rolled up the stone
all that was left of Him was flesh and bone
"Mary, why do you cry? " He softly asked her
she saw Him in full view & her heart began to stir
He left His body and flew through the sky
unrestrained, for He refused to die
Yes He rose from the dead and for that we are glad,
barefooted He ascended into heaven, in white clad.
Rice paper dreams, lanterns and beamers of peace
lighting the way to my heart you are in far remote
Intricate cutout beauty, please do not decease
for I need you to guide me with radiant denote
Lantern of love illuminate me with soulful grace
far deeper is your symbol than mere luck of age
Ramadan rose * Easter lily * Passover Iris- lace
some days I am sinner, some days I am sage
Star lantern of my heart help me keep my vow
to a dormant holiday that often seems demure
Oh spirit of the season, guide me to your Tao
and Universal truth, please do not obscure
the lanterns of my soul, as I celebrate in-grit
and return to love, with altruistic composite.
Nocturnals rose from slumbered sleep
Younger mortals began to weep
The shards of day flew with a sweep
As grey shrouds of eventide seep
Stars gifted their light, surplus gleam
A glitz showcase for loves young dream
As day unravelled her twined ream
Night's needle poised to thread each seam
Seamless transition left no trace
Of intricate woven morn grace
The horizon kneeled to embrace
Sunset's rise in another place
Before the day turned into night
A brief warm union kissed in plight
Before the Day Turned Into Night 1-21-24
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Before the Day Turned Into Nigh - ITQ
Through veils of rose twilight dances
Wink, a smile, coquettish glances
Flirts with the stars, the moon, perchance,
Promise for dusky romances.
She wears sheer hues that silhouette
The shapely shades of dusk’s coquette
Amber tease in fuchsia ballettes
Light and shadows in dusk’s duets.
This playful minx just can’t behave
Teases nightfall with siren’s faves,
Golden tones split the airy waves,
Night encouraged to misbehave.
Before the day turned into night
A coral kiss turns off the lights.
Before the day turned into night,
the sun was shining big and bright.
It was indeed a wondrous sight
that filled my heart with such delight.
In afternoon there came a breeze
which fluttered leaves upon the trees.
My strands of hair it liked to tease,
but in the heat I felt at ease.
Before long, twilight time had come.
The sky turned rose, and then to plum.
Enchanted by it I’d become.
Such beauty – where does it come from?
The easy answer? From above
comes beauty from our God of love.
Collected, like tears – dewy fresh,
Sparkling on the edges of tender leaves,
Kissing away the moon’s embrace,
Cleansing the spirit with trembling sprays,
Gasping lights, reflections of midnight,
Borrowed by the graceful rose, softly nodding.
through the dim hallway
to bright blaze of better days
optimistic smile
interesting hues
and all are feeling warmth's touch
in sweet summer's glaze
sultry, rich August
when the roses are teeming
in the orange light
A curve of sky
in a corner cusps a smooth,
thick dusting
of carrot-mauve hues
tonight. Drapes over heather
trees
whose arms
and hands bend with this drowsy sky
as it starts
to fall asleep-
the cyrean "silk" upon
which this
cantaloupe tint
is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes
of Mother Nature;
is ready
for the deep onyx doves-with halos-
of a cold Spring night.
With the Heavens'
cut diamonds-for the Goddess-
and immaculate
lambency.
This soft lusty Dusk will Father
a shiny glass red
rose,
a radio balefire
that will
capitivate
through the limbs of the esteemed
trees,
wink
through this Springtime's beetling
intimacies
on a windy night.
The man-made magenta
comforts
as it beams
next to the "Sunrise Field",
mowed emerald blades
under
another sky of day-break
pigments-
a dawn
placenta of bright lemon
vanilla,
and little
sugar- coated strawberry
juices-
another corner
of the clay, sea, and cloud-and ash-
colored campus-
bewitching
oil paintings in crystalline
emblems...
as the hen settled down on her eggs
and the burro brayed his last bray
the moon slowly rose in the sky
fulsome and round to the eye
sated calves nuzzled up against udders
while fillies snuggled into their mothers
lambs curled up beside sheep
the world had plunged into sleep
yet denizens of the dark kept on going
internal time clocks never slowing
night crawlers dancing 'til dawn
miles from the doe and her fawn
It was such a long time ago,
but this childhood memory is still etched in my mind.
I remember the day she came to live with us,
my aunt, a young widow.
Everybody called her Rosy,
maybe because she had pink cheeks,
her real name I don’t remember.
My sister and I became her instant fans,
not because she was such a beautiful lady,
we adored her for she was so caring, so loving.
The reason I now understand,
she saw in us the dreams of her unborn children.
In the evening after she finished her chores,
she would tell us stories,
she heard from her soldier husband,
stories of the hostile lands he had gone,
of the battle he had fought and won.
We could see tiny drops of tear shine
in the corner of her pride-struck eyes.
As she told why the bold soldier didn’t return,
we noticed veneer of sad hue flushing her pink face.
In the gleam of the twilight hour,
her fragile face glowed like a blooming flower,
suffused with the crimson flash of the setting sun,
and aunt Rosy turned into a rose.
December 9, 2020
Contest : Story From Your Childhood
Sponsor : L Milton Hankins
As the wheels of time rolled by on landscape of life,
many springs came in our ambiance and went away,
we walked our entwined hearts on the garden path.
Ardent fervor on the satin clouds set sail, not for long,
for the rain storm surged in, and dissolved the sky.
My yearning glided beyond the reach of eroded banks
of the subterranean stream flowing from your eyes,
but I knew it would return from the sea of obscurity,
not waiting long to be with you in the vale by the garden,
in the niche of your meandering arms I’d repose again.
That’s when I’d find you sow the seeds in the garden,
these would sprout in the spring with amorous splendor.
The cradle of leaves would take care of the buds of rose,
that would blossom in the dawn painted by sunburst sky,
adorning you with the flushing patina of glowing ardor.
You will then find me sparkling on the petals of your rose,
for I’d turn into drops of dew radiating heart’s fervent hue.
July 29, 2020
Contest : Petals, Buds, Blossoms, Bees, Butterflies
Sponsor : Silent One
Morning Trek Into Sanctity Of That Invisible Place
I have walked into that secret haven, found solitude,
where in harrowing, sorrowing hours, agony gnawed this soul,
nevermore was an oath I sworn in my aching discontent
I a hard chained prisoner to my once vengeful attitude
burnt in bonfires of torturous regret, taking hellish tolls.
Morning trek into sanctity of that invisible place,
came a visit with Mother Nature, its magnificent trees,
flowing in with the waffling breeze, music- a repentant song
a pleading call, to stand there in its beauty and again face
magnitude of the loss I bought, pray while falling to my knees.
I have rose up, to see wondrous and magical love in life,
renewed in faithful spirit, grateful eyes now no longer blind,
seeing for the first time, hope and resplendent colors of love
joined world that no longer held power by its accursed strife
then I felt at ease, found peace of a truly contented mind.
R.J. Lindley, Feb 24th, 1978
Rhyme, ( From, A Revelation And Onward Flows Life )
Note:
Edit slightly ( 6/29/2020)
to achieve a uniform 15 syllable count per verse.
Fall Into My Arms
A red rose for my dearest bloom
Your love is true
This I assure you
Your hugs melt my heart
You stand out in the crowd of valentines
A smile upon your face
Makes my day worthwhile
Look out your window
I stand at the footsteps of your door
An umbrella atop my head for the downpours
You look broken
And small
Your guard is up
We’ll see it through
I’m a cloud in the sky
I’ll always be around
I’ll let you stumble
And fall into my arms
A kite in the wind
Eventually makes it home
Memories blurred and faded in
the distance can always be reclaimed
You’re a thousand burning candles in the night
Never short of my sight
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
11/14/19
"Loving and losing:
Different only by one letter and a million degrees of pain."
~ Jessica Katoff ~
With each rising sun and waning moon
I envisioned the dark eclipse of our ruin.
"You're crazy as a loon, he said. "It's delirium."
I did not pretend his caustic words held truth
To burnished stars I grieved, forlorn for love
Melancholy blue, I knew I had to turn away
I mourned, heart bereaved in solemn reverie,
as if interred in a crypt of egregious umbra
I longed for an awakening, from shadow to light
for someone to mediate a semblance of sanity
but into the sullen pitch of night, I quietly ebbed
There was nothing left of our love to consecrate
Bound by chains of despair and indigent of faith
I became obtuse to reality; I had given up on me
but with wounds etched across my delicate heart
I freed myself from apogee and rose above sorrow
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September 9, 2019
Eight Word Challenge
John D. Hamilton
Challenge was to use the following words:
OBTUSE INDIGENT EGREGIOUS DELIRIUM
DELICATE CONSECRATE MEDIATE AWAKENING
I've slipped into darkness.
It's time to write something sweet
dust off an old dream
water the rose-pull some weeds
have virtual sex with the
ugly red head across the street.
Anything to come up from the deep..
I've slipped into darkness again.