Rose Lines Poems

O, fair heavenly Rose! How I sigh,
     and sigh all the more! to smell your scent
and fresh bouquet, before I soon...

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It's been a little more and two score

Since I revisited all of my most
treaured ghostly line from my
poetic past

Dipped and dabbed my nib in ink
like...

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R-egards
O-f
S-cribe
E-mploy

A-nnual
N-atal
N-ote

E-xpressing
S-weet
C-omposition
A-s
L-ines
A-bout
N-ame
T-ruly
E-ntertain

Topic: Birthday of Rose Ann G. Escalante (March 25) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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M-essage
A-pplies
R-eader's
Y-early

R-apture
O-ffering
S-cribe's
E-uphoric

S-tatement
A-nd
L-ines
A-bout
T-he
A-crostic
N-ote

Topic: Birthday of Mary Rose S. Salatan (January 05) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Read Between The Lines

It was the point of a meaningless moon,
That being dealt life, its absolute gloom,
Vague stars shone hope to reposed past of Earth,
Dusk...

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Apartment perched in a ghetto menagerie of hateful mockingbirds
Safety code bribery has uncaged my anger recluse, 
which now morally infuse me with pellucid fearlessness
Seeing street...

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This is the closest she could get
to wearing rose colored glasses
She sees nothing but innocent daisies
when a meadow of dandelions is obvious to the masses

What...

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What were you to me may I ask?
     And may I answer you real well? 
You were at first a secret...

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I know a maid—her name is Rose.
     She has long hair that’s thick and dark,
and great, green eyes like no one...

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A rose falls on the sore wound
Healing the deep agony within
Both pain and love have been seen
Friends, feel the futility of fatal fights......

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My Roses


The palest, pastel, roses with pink petals stood

Within a pretty porcelain vase of creamy white.

He proudly left them there for me, a pure delight...

Large...

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Mists of time, evoke the memories,
alone with dying thoughts i bring a rose.
Why can't i remember where she lies
all alone,...where is my love ...do you...

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Sunset sky was like a fiery red flame
wistful touch on her hair with a sigh
Warm, sweet smell of cinnamon apple pie
A rose in my safe...

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Impassioned like earth’s reddest rose,
I dress in gown of spring,
to wrap in sunlight, I suppose,
with buds of silk, to bring.
No savage thorns to sting....

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Color outside the lines


Coloring outside the lines
Not at my school
Nuns frowned on that;
Skirts above the knee
No way
Not at my school;
No gum, no pens,
No make-up
Not allowed-uh-uh
Not...

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