Rose Quintain (English) Poems

“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house,
can you hear the whispering”...by Constance La France

An old, abandoned house touches the heart
its walls whisper of...

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I awakened one morning with dawn's early song,
and found youth, over night, had traveled on...by poet

Youth can seem constant when days are sublime,
rushing through life...

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"If I were your love: You would be my everything; my soul and
my heart;  my today and my tomorrows; and my forever."

 ...

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Tomorrow is a beautiful word
full of promises and meadows vast.
Today but a breeze that, when once stirred,
watches moments as they scurry past,
those that linger we...

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Dear Heart,
The journey, together we've traveled
and pain you have eased from very start.
I knit each stitch, but life unraveled
Moments only you heard me, dear heart
secrets...

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My arbored vines were frozen since mid-December.
The seasonal chill, no one is able to tame,
but my red winter roses, planted in September,
have profusely budded and...

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a smile upon a young girl’s face
as she plucks a rose from a garden bed
hair filled with Queen-Anne’s-lace
a crown of daisy’s adorns her head
no sooner...

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She sat in silence, whittling wood,
Creating magic with her hands,
Here she couldn't be misunderstood,
Carving charming pieces on stands,
Fulfilling customer demands;

She carved serenely, working hard,
Chipping away...

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September sashays in with cooler air,
new school year, shorter days, an early frost,
fall sports, cookouts on Labor Day, street fairs,
trips to the beach before the...

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The purplish crimson sun's now arising,
And buds are waiting on yellow rosebush.
Yesterday lessons for today are guiding,
As birds take violet skies of dawn hush.
The youth...

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Love me like you mean it without pretending smile 
don't need a stroke of genius or conversation style 
your presence is required, the telephones a...

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The sun becomes the moon at night
With fabulous luck luster delight and
The crickets sings chorus
Little somethings nesting in trees 
In holes in the ground

The silver...

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The summer grill has old coals that are gray
with little life to get the food well done.
But when they’re stoked with ashes knocked away
an orange...

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IN A RUSH

                   She tarried in a...

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Skies were gray again,
 another day of rain falling constant without end
but the cottontail buck bunny made his way
 through the wet bending grass on...

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