Your roses are for your love.
In roses there lies red.
In red is blood, carnelian soul; life, your life, a life you devote so diligently to
another’s; the colour of your ardour, the roses in their cheeks.
In red is the heart, your heart, their heart, the hearts you sold to another pair of
hands.
In red is the acrimony that flushes your eyes, your tongue; the tacit spokesmen of
yet to be hysteria, discord, poison on their voice and aftermath of lachrymose.
Silences.
A petal falls. You forget about love.
A rose withers; personification at its finest.
.
My gift to him is simple
Red Hot Cinnamon Sweet Hearts
Hot to match his red hot ways
Fiery hot man
(Fiery has three syllables here..)
For:Francine Roberts
Contest:"Red"
Pass the field of red clover
Down the hill sown in fescue
Hides a winding, lazy brook mother
Protecting her young aquatic few
The tall paper birch shades and hides my lover
The lover's tryst, passionate desires coo
Pass the field of red clover
Down the hill sown in fescue
Come away with me, stay with me, lover
Your loves bright light to my rescue
Joys caress like a kitten's mew
Reminiscing bliss; my eternal love and I hover
Past the field of red clover.
For Jared's Rondel contest
LOVE STORIES (6 Haikus)
on one long low string
plumbing the depth of despair
violincello
like sharp pixie nails
teasing hurting sadistic
mascara blue smoke
she says “I love you”
perfumed breath mascara eyes
flask of red red wine
both vulnerable
blue cigarette smoke curling
tears empty bottle
gypsy violin
blue cigarette smoke curling
sans paroles
sorrow and despair?
no! a D arpeggio
sun flowers health life!
So still the night around her
As perfumed candles softly dance
To the breath of tears now falling
Upon the petals in her hands
Glistening drops of memories
Cascade slowly down her face
As she is taken back through time
To a once upon a place
Where once she was a dancer
Upon a stage dressed in his smile
And blood red roses were an offering
With hat in hand,he showed his style
A nearing stranger in the shadows
He faltered from the light
Tossing blood red roses
Then softly whispering goodnight
These moments were so long ago
Still they're etched within her mind
As trembling fingers caress each petal
Her heart,it falls behind
Seeing is believing
She knows now she must move on
Though beautiful memories remain
The blood red roses have all gone
Somewhere in the stillness
Beyond the beating of her heart
There cries a thousand roses
Blood red and torn apart
The bright red convertible
His midlife-crisis-mobile.
Traded his faithful pick-up truck
For newer wheels.
Traded his faithful wife
For not as new mistress.
Changing his life , he said,
Changing everyone elses too.
Trying to recapture a youth
He had only had in dreams.
Bright red convertible.
The midlife-crisis-mobile.
He should be happy now
But was he?
Guilt has no imagination.
It arrives in the form of red roses.
I have come to hate red roses.
Guilt has no imagination.
It cries the same tears
and promises the same promises.
Guilt has no imagination.
It's remorse is short lived,
Forgotten within minutes of apology.
Guilt has no imagination.
You buy me flowers,
then you cry, then you lie.
Guilt has no imagination.
It arrives in the form of red roses.
I have come to hate red roses.
He can write most classic words,
filled with passion and Romance,
Whilst She pens a unique verse,
showing him,She really cares.
He can send her a Red Rose,
with his name,on it embossed,
She can send him Hugs and kisses,
Sealed with Love,Wrapped in Red Ribbons.
He can send her,a Huge card,
Saying, from the very start,
She have captured his whole Heart,
even though they are apart.
She can send him a reply,
starting ,'Dear Valentine',
I've been yours along the time,
Will you be Forever Mine?
In Love letters are two Hearts,
tied with Wishes and Hot sparks,
Happy,Happy Valentine,
Sweetest Couple of all time.
Charma
The red roses are in the vase
On the coffee table,
They were in your hand
On the way home last night.
Their colour shines
As if to show they're so proud.
Silent are the red roses,
They don't want to disturb love.
Is red the colour of love?
Ambitious and arrogant?
Then why do I have this fear of losing it?
My heart deeply asks
What will happen to love
When they wither.
The red roses stand still!
RED is steamy, sexy
Filled with love, warmed hearts
Tied together, never apart.
Sweet RED lipstick, kissing
RED hearts floating in the air
Showing each other how much you care.
RED is mad, upset
Full of hurt and pain
Angry, with tears falling like the rain.
Hot, RED in the face
Full of hate,
Crushed, betrayed, very irate.
RED is hot, spicy
It can be sour, or sweet
It can be juicy, or very petite.
RED is tasty
It can be fed
Its warm, beautiful
Thats why I love RED!
The Alfa Romeo sport flaunting her red
Physical chemistry of love, red-handed;
Whizzes past in frills to blow the mind
Eighteen plus a zero the speeding craze.
A Red riding hood into the city of bears
Busting forth from the red blood heart;
Teddies groan to love in crimson blush
Crush a heart here, one there to bleed:
No damn war fated so many to death;
She does it here without a single shot.
The gold moon drips drops of yellow
Into the softness of the dark's blue
Velvet petals of red roses release
The sweet smell of their perfume
Within the garden of life and dreams
Love whispers smiles of memories
Desire shadows the mind's eye
Seeing between blinking
We dare to believe the little voices
Inside our hearts that dare to question
Answers to beautiful to believe while awake
One by one the red, red petals fall, fall, fall
Loves me, loves me not, loves me...
Until the bare pedestal of fate
Awakens one from the discomfort
Of a sizzling summer's slumber
Love teases you even in dreams
Dazed and hazed you roll over
Daydreaming of a dream at night
Day dreaming at night