Roses Red Poems

act i:
walk down the strip, the neon lights casting a gaudy glow on the fray. i meet my dealer, a facilitator of welcome distraction, and...

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The dress swayed with the rhythm
Pooling at her feet like blood.
Her hair swung back and forth
As she tried to catch him in the act.
Roses covered...

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Roses are red,
Violets are not,
Please help me,
I've turned into a clock....

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White wine and dine me then
If you want to be my only man
Feed my ego flowers like red roses
Enter my heart door it never closes
You...

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Infernal Flame

Beneath the gothic arches, his gaze held fast,
In candlelit chambers, their desires impure,
Whispers like velvet, dark seduction amassed,
Her raven hair beckons, with sinful allure,
Blood-red...

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red flower gathering monster landed in the field with care
A sweet smell of lilac, persimmons and roses in the country air
He gathered some posies to...

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Mother raindrop 

She didn’t want the lunch I prepared
said she was on a diet, unhappy with her body
she is half of a watermelon
to keep my company
I...

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Where fire’s rage
no flame unfanned
The cinch retightened
no also ran

As horns go silent
the gate is dropped
 On victory’s path
his legend cropped 

Unbridled passion
distraction flees
A trophy hails
as...

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Finger on the trigger
Hands on the roses

Hands on the gun spewing
Deathly lead
Blood spilled and splashed
In crimson
The life is gone.

One smoking gun
One wreath of roses

Death provoking
Death...

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For I have to choose
A hopeful new beginning
Or love on the cruise  
That I have to give in.

I have loved without hope
Left shattered, unable...

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To reach the red roses he had to stand on tippy toes.
He was sniffing their fragrance with his delicate nose.
We had never seem a bunny...

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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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What The Roses Don’t Say
by Michael R. Burch

Oblivious to love, the roses bloom
and never touch ... They gather calm and still
to watch the busy insects...

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I saw a lady selling flowers
walking along where cars turn left
not much time to make the deal
maybe some folks want them
but they have to turn
or...

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My beloved's (God’s) rosy red blush, 
wherever I look, there is a red blush.

I went to see the red blush, 
and I too turned into...

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