Written: August 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Ros
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Here I am—
not quite rooted,
but reaching.
The soil remembers
what I have whispered in sleep,
What I have buried in silence.
If you can hear me,
let the flowers grow
where my voice trembles.
Let petals rise
from the ache of my asking,
soft as forgiveness,
bright as belief.
I have watered the earth
with unsent letters,
with the hush between heartbeats,
with the style of hope
that doesn’t shout—
just waits.
Let the garden answer.
Let the stems lean toward
What I meant to say.
Let the wind carry
my unfinished prayers
to the One
It's a mystery language
of blooming.
If you can hear me—
not with ears,
but with mercy—
Then let the flowers grow
where I once knelt
in the shade of doubt,
and called it devotion.
Categories:
ros, analogy, flower,
Form: Free verse
Song bird perched upon a limb
Unveils a song of cheer
Melodies float with such ease
Musical chirps that always please
Even the bees start to buzz
Returning to the fragrant rose
Categories:
ros, bird, flower, summer,
Form: Acrostic
yes
oh
yes
that
sounds
so
good
round
&around
that
theme
that
voice
yes
oh
yes
circles
of
sound
around
&around
inspired by Ros movie remix clip
Categories:
ros, inspirational, music,
Form: Verse
time
is
standing
still,
dawn
is
stirring,
light
aglowing,
dark
disappearing
despair
defeated...
gone..
banished..
forever
Inspired by straumnes bysigur ros
Categories:
ros, inspirational, music,
Form: Verse
An ‘International Poet’
Is his own claim to fame
With seven books all published
It seems he knows his game
He covers many genres
Satire to tragedy
He wants his special messages
To impact you and me
Some poems are his very own
It’s not too hard to tell
The rhythm often faltering
And he doesn’t rhyme too well
But sometimes there’s an entry
That stops you in your track
When something seems familiar
And then your brains you rack
Where could I have seen it?
I’ve read it all before
I told my friends about it
They told me to make sure
And so I searched the Internet
And I looked everywhere
Then there it was, the self same one
And the author’s name was there!
So I put pen to paper
To say I was surprised
That he had said he’d written it
The work was plagiarised
He never got back to me
He hasn’t made a sound
But I’ll stick around for now
Although he’s gone to ground
Written by Ros Hicks 5th December 2018
Categories:
ros, poets,
Form: Blank verse
A mysterious girl, we called her Pearl;
though her given name was Jezebel.
Quiet life, a hell, confined to her shell;
her chambers were the rivers of Roswell.
Submerged in Ros, like the nautilus she was,
Her beginning dated nineteen forty-seven.
Her tenure eleven; work was her leaven;
in fifty-eight, she crashed the gates of heaven.
FYI:The mystery? Was Pearl a passenger on the UFO's of Roswell? or the fated USS Nautilus? or both?
written 3/6/2018
Categories:
ros, 12th grade, character, science
Form: Rhyme
A ll a fluster the pages flew from
U nder my arm as I bumped into you.
T ime was of the essence, the meeting due.
U nder duress, I think you knew.
M eeting on our hunkers gathering pages I
N oticed you staring at me for ages.
R ecalling that day last September.
O ne year on I can still remember.
M y heart beating fast beneath my breast,
A s you pulled me against your manly chest.
N ow engaged to be wed in the spring I
C an still not believe how fate intervened.
E ros took control that day it seemed.
Categories:
ros, anniversary, autumn, boyfriend,
Form: Acrostic
I TRY TO BELIEVE THE RIGHT THING
ACCORDING TO GOD'S HOLY WORD
ALL I GET IS THIS WORLD'S
EVIL SWORD
WHAT I LOVE ABOUT CORRETTA,ROS
A,JESSE,AND DOCTOR KING
THEY WEREN'T ASHAMED OR AFRAID
TO LET JESUS' FREEDOM RING
THEY PICKED UP THEIR
CROSSES AND FOLLOWED HIM
EVEN THEY KNEW THEIR
ENEMIES PLOTS WOULD BEGIN
ALTHOUGH ROSA AND CORRETTA
ARE IN GLORY GONE
JESSE,ME,AL,AND OTHERS
ARE STILL FOLLOWING CHRIST
UNTIL WE HAVE FINISHED
SINGING REDEMPTION'S SONG
Categories:
ros, devotion, faith, gospel, heaven,
Form: Pastoral
DEAR PAMELA
Dear pamela,
The song about you remind me of pains
Your smiles remind me of that day
The sun visited the earth in her full human
To touch the soul of another human being
Is to walk on a holy ground but yours is a
Burning hell decorated with brimstones
Instand of ros flowers which are made in woman's heart.
You are of sadness and weired experience to me
I take as my guide, the hope of a saint in
Crucial things but your presence in my life
Frustrates my believe and trust for womanhood.
I watched the time eroding away, my soul laughed
Sarcastically; your tears built the hut which
Harbour my happiness and my life is long gone
Leave now! I beg you with tears.
The day is still young and fresh to ruin my life
I look forward to get my lost rib not you
Young ladies await me in the corner
Do not be a hinderance to my life
Another will love and care for you more than me
My heart belongs to another, dear pamela.
Categories:
ros, age, beautiful, betrayal,
Form: Ballad