Rose Nature Poems

Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above. 
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below. 

You can feel the rain, 
Drizzling droplets...

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I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future;
And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner.

I had learnt to talk...

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Beyond softest poetic muse, the garden sighs a breathless trust into the heart, remembering that God, in His great design, singled out the gardener for...

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I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.

I corrected hazy, crazy...

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I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night...

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Now, quite suddenly Spring is sprung on us 
with sunny fields of colorful flowers;
without the wicked wind, without the fuss
of princesses in their golden towers,

for...

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I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors,
Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour.

Functionality and beauty were...

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Feminity is such a powerful alluring force
Like a magnet that magnetizes and attracts
So sublime captivating and sensually Devine
A bee attracted to a flower
Something so beautiful...

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Although the rose is unadorned by dew, rain or sun… she shines still brighter when all her work is done. ~ quote by poet

If often...

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rose robin reaches
royal rippling rush rivers 
returning rove rain

March 12th 2024
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Rapt in the familiar fragrance, jasmine rose,
the allure of its passionate quintessence
swirling full circle to its enchanting close.
I smiled, the flower mimicking your essence
presumed itself...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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After the misty snow, with the sun’s Aurelian caress,
Men get out of their homes to feel the kiss of the early beams
The air is now...

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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia...

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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So...

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