Long Red roses Poems

One day not so long ago 
I walked
Never alone
For the world 
Is always my home

It was a late
Spring snow
Yet I felt
Invisible red roses
Offering sweetest perfume
To my nose and soul

There’s such warmth 
In snow-filled winter
No bitterness
No...

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These Limericks were written by many different PS poets who are all remaining anonymous.  If you would like to add one of your own and remain anonymous send it to my soup mail. Enjoy!

Roses...

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“I’m reluctant to share my secret, but being we are the closest of friends, I will share my secret with you. But before I do I’m going to ask you to pinkie swear that you...

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i dont know who is she i dont know where is she from i dont know what is she doing i dont know where is she leaving but if you saw her please tell her:
youre...

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Morning unfolds me into 
its warm and accepting light.
I sweep my front porch, read to my boys, 
walk the dog. I let the breeze blow my hair
and rustle my skirt into fluid waves
exposing my beautiful...

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Valentine’s Day here you come again, 
February 14th lord have mercy on me amen,
You just have to rock up every year without fail, 
To remind me to celebrate the fact I’m still without a Male,
And...

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"Auric Obsidian - The Face Clean Behind the Gun"


You drew me into your new world, 
the corridors of your mind 
fitted me perfectly imperfect 
into the portraits pegged onto your wall 

an unsuspecting target 
from...

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“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap
Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives
Amorous...

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I moved to San Francisco from across the bay in early 1977. At 19 years old, dad got me a two-bedroom house in the San Francisco suburb known as the Ocean District. It was the...

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All signs of spring have arrived among the fields of yellow daisies and tall grass
Basking in glory the wading birds with its white silken body and long legs
Cattails burst tall with delight from the pond
Dragonflies...

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Listen to the wind as it crashes into the towns and villages and downs mighty trees,
Stand still, let it blow until you nearly fall, face its anger and lean into the cold wind,
It brings snow...

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The sign actually said ‘Universal Disposal’ but the haggard squalid creature 

Had no time for such ephemeral discourse he could just about spell his name

Kanja meaning water born and his parents had hoped he would...

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The charming Miss Lola dwelt in the small town, at the edge of Red River,
With only her goose, 'Rouge.' She was named after her spot of wet vigor.

Rouge was the darling of Miss Lola, like...

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Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless...

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The art of love is largely the art of persistence.
The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.
A single rose can be my garden.a single friend, my world.
Beauty without virtue...

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--- but as if patiently waiting

to be translated back into Earth again --- :

inscribed timeworn standing stone stelae

--- things in themselves ---

as if half-expecting that at any moment 

the next traveler will arrive there,

the one...

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I was a famous, American actress, who adored performing for live audiences,
In stage plays, both modern and classic, like velvet time, which often rushes.

Rose acclaim filled long, chaotic days, of colorful masquerades and fulfillment,
Like Sleeping...

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Looking at the first blush of the morning,
I know its the perfect day for a wedding.
The big fat white wedding, the dream,
To which every little girl clings.
 
I tell myself as I watch the clouds...

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I was a professional, melodic dance instructor, at the flowery prime of the art,
And I taught its various, elegant styles, sweet joy of valuable living to impart.

The noble old classic styles will never die, like...

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Lupercalia
O! Yon Pagan festival Come on come all
Merry men named Valentine Two of which
One who was a priest in third century Rome
He whom defied Emperor Claudius II ban on marriage
His reasoning for banagement he thought...

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That's where her house used to stand
smack dab in the middle of a dead end road
The prettiest talker you'd ever want to hear
Known for her elegant tea parties in her grand abode

Red roses adorned the...

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Sometimes in life you r gifted a 12 bright red roses
And when they r presented they r often a celebration of
Love Joy Trust Peace Happiness Future
But then one by one something happens that causes them...

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In a kingdom called Vividale, long ago, lived a loyal knight, Sir Andrew,
Famed for turning the tide in battles, and none of the tales were untrue!

Intelligent and a natural leader, Sir Andrew's fast horse was...

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I slowly open the old, rusty cemetery gate that groans,
      it squeaks and creaks in the still night,
        the trees are swaying dark...

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The church all speckled with red and white
Billowy white bows affixed to the end of pews
Red roses in vases & all other possible places
A silver lace runner leads the way to impending 'I dos'

As far...

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