I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
It's perfect; I pick it for my friend dear.
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
There on his grave, I stand where wild shrubs grew,
how can I ever stop even one tear?
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
How the man had died I’d wish to pursue.
Thinking of it my heart is full of fear
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
God knew how much he played with his canoe.
Why did he have to paddle to the pier?
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
Was it a freak wave that made him fall through?
Indeed the whole affair was rather dreer
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
I kneel in prayer as if in a pew,
for now, all are left without any cheer.
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
It's perfect; I pick it for my friend dear.
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
There on his grave, I stand where wild shrubs grew,
how can I ever stop even one tear?
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
How the man had died I’d wish to pursue.
Thinking of it my heart is full of fear
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
God knew how much he played with his canoe.
Why did he have to paddle to the pier?
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
Was it a freak wave that made him fall through?
Indeed the whole affair was rather dreer
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
I kneel in prayer as if in a pew,
for now, all are left without any cheer.
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
I will never write a poem about a red red rose
If I ever, would you think it clever?
I will not ever say the petals are red as blood
If I ever, would you visit the rarest blood red rose,
The red red rose?
If you ever came near would you speak to
The rose with extravagant words?
How absurd, such words i will never say your beauty
Compounds astounds this tenderness
Lovely audacious profoundly marvelous undisturbed
Fairest rose seems to immaculately resonate every
Emotion I am infatuated completely taken by this
Rarity of roses the red red blood red rose so
Specular I have developed a new vernacular
I have fallen into the reservoir of endless rose
Petals drowning in quintessential love
This pristine presence does not neglect it
Preserves it perfects, the red red rarest of roses
Oh! how I love the red, red rose,
With your soft petals and bewitching smell,
Thou art the symbol of love, passion and purity,
Reflecting various moods and feelings,
Your heavenly fragrance smells of lemons and honey,
You look trim and smart,
With your petals arranged in exquisite smoothness,
Though you sprout out ,
From a tree of thorns and creepy bushes,
You evoke a captivating aroma,
That outclasses all the smells,
That the world boasts of;
You are indeed the queen of flowers
An earthly reminder of heavenly blessings..
I am a Red Red Rose
I am a red red rose
A beauty to behold
My texture captivates
My scent invigorates
Petals, a velvet red
Coverings for your bed
Leaves an emerald garb
That hide the hidden barb
Though thorns be on my stem
Touch me, ignoring them
Please, handle me with care
Dethorned, my beauty bare
I am a red red rose
Your passion for me grows
Rose water from me drips *
And wets your precious lips
I beautify your soul
My presence makes you whole
I am a red red rose
For Mystic Rose's Rose Contest
Reposted on December 17, 2014
Not entered before in a contest
PS...A different take on Robert Burns famous Poem, A Red Red Rose.
*By the way, rose water is used in many desserts in Lebanon. One of my favorites, Mouhalabieh, a white custard that is topped with syrup and pistachios, contains rose water. Yummy....Let your mind run riot with that one! :)
I am a red red rose
A beauty to behold
My texture captivates
My scent invigorates
Petals, a velvet red
Coverings for your bed
Leaves an emerald garb
That hide the hidden barb
Though thorns be on my stem
Touch me, ignoring them
Please, handle me with care
Dethorned, my beauty bare
I am a red red rose
Your passion for me grows
Rose water from me drips *
And wets your precious lips
I beautify your soul
My presence makes you whole
I am a red red rose
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS...A different take on Robert Burns famous Poem, A Red Red Rose.
*By the way, rose water is used in many desserts in Lebanon. One of my favorites, Mouhalabieh, a white custard that is topped with syrup and pistachios, contains rose water. Yummy....Let your mind run riot with that one! :)
A drop of red in a field of white,
A single red, red rose standing above the snow.
Why it didn't freeze, no one knows,
A patch of hope in the barren land.
A small glimmer of light.
A single red, red rose.
The last piece of humanity left,
The last of life the Earth will see.
A single red, red rose above the snow,
The very last of nature's beauty,
Why it didn't freeze, no one knows.
A single red, red rose.
As time goes on, the rose will die,
The light will fade,
The hope will be no more
The Earth will come to pass away,
As the petals, from the rose, are torn,
But for now the single red, red rose,
Stands above the frozen snow.
Unless, the hope can be restored,
With love and care, the rose will grow.
It will shimmer like a light,
And it will spread it's seed,
Spread it's hope.
It will stand above the snow,
And finally, why it didn't freeze,
People will know.
The cold and barren wasteland,
That is covered with snow,
Will become green again,
And it all started with,
The single red, red rose
That stood above the snow.
It was long ago in the moonlight
the stars were silver and gold
the sand was silk beneath our feet
as the wind from the sea blew cold
one sweet sad kiss was our last goodbye
a red rose fell from your hand
for i see it again in a thousand dreams
bright petals lye there on the sand
it was long ago in the moonlight
how fast times river flows
magic the moment that never returns
when love was a red red rose.
By;Kerry Singleton
For Petals in the wind comp
Gail Angel Doyle
15-2-2013
Red, Red, Red is my Rose,
in a glass bowl it sits.
On a plain table, round and brown.
darkening bit by bit.
Bright, Bright, Bright is the sun,
brightening as it grows.
Up in the blue, sky so high
A shadow to my Red Rose.
Dark, Dark, Darkened to black,
The petals all start to fall
onto the table, round and brown.
No longer bare at all.
The round, brown table no longer bare,
sits in a relative peace.
The rose petals fallen, sweetly, neatly
My Red Rose, Limp and Deceased.
what did one dish washer say to another?
dishes ridiculous
that's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melody,
that's sweetly played in tune
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wit' the sun!
And I will love thee still, my dear,
while the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my love,
though' it were ten thousand mile!
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