Rose Personification Poems

"A day goes better with pretty flowers." Quote By Poet...


As spring is being born again,
my head is emerging in a flower garden of love.
My pink...

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Oh, lovely Rose flower,
Blooming in scarlet color,
You are beauty born.
A child of dawn.

With nudge of breeze,
Sweet aroma you release.
It enters our nose 
A whispered promise.

You...

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Quote By Poet "The pretty rose has thorns to keep her safe."

My life starts as a lovely rose bud,
I come in many beautiful colors.
Red roses...

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Reposed in shadows
within a realm of colors
dusty rose gown blurs.
All the flowers she adores ~
as gold love's beamed out of doors.


Green and purple blooms
are always...

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I am the poet of the garden, hear my song
My petals are pages where verses belong
Rooted in the earth, yet reaching for the sky
I write...

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The first time I saw her face, dripping water from stands of dark brown hair, eyes bright and innocent, she spoke to me, telling me...

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Refreshing Rain sits beside Withering Rose
inquiring if He might settle around Her.
She gladly accepts the offer He bestows,
a more precious blessing She could not prefer.
She...

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I was born cradled inside your palm   
within the perimeters of a safe haven  
brought to life by loving silty fingers 

Rose...

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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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Long ago, there came to the garden in which I’d been planted
a stranger who admired me in the spring of my life.
Tall was he; dark...

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I am soaring above canopies of an olive kingdom, 
singing sagas of untamable freedom, to whistling mistrals,
as a choir of tropical rain-forests serenade a wild...

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A soft mist clings to the horizon
A lazy sun bleeding through it
Seeping into the fading darkness

A yellow-orange streak darts
Across the silence of the pond
Shouting to...

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I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons,
Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird, 
From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun,...

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You were a blooming white rose, stained red by the pain,
And you showed me your scars, which I accepted without disdain.
Told you that you were...

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Let's have a word from THE RISING SUN:
  
I rose this morning and spoke hope to the solar system,
reassuring everyone concerned of a stabilizing...

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