Since early youth we’re brainwashed to
measure ourselves with a beauty stick
while the real standards need to be
how kind sweet thoughtful loving we are
I’m sixty-something and past my prime
I’m not supposed to look like a hot babe
I’ve had my day in the sun and made it count
now I’m that fading rose whose time has come
A red rose smiled,
and bled in wild.
Fourtle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
sagely spoken words
heal with their pure energy,
eloquence lingers
R-ose- the beauty and blush of dawn
O-lfactory senses, it tickles and teases
S-weet scent, it gives off to the pristine air
E-arly spring’s late gift, the cynosure of all eyes!
Written for the prompt Rose Moon 15 - 25 words set by Poets Island via Instagram
Eclipsed hips part, unearthing
a rose moon in bloom,
opal sighs glimmer,
ruby heat spills, sitting
bodies ablaze in molten embrace.
FADED ROSE
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longer days and nights
alone with my thoughts
faded rose
I Am Rose. Lyrics By John Gondolf
When lilly kisses rose
and lilly I did know
and trees I thought
grew very deep
and lived
within the forest.
And green
the hay is sweet
and brown
dry moss cries
why.
And lillies white
remind the sky
blue cotton
clouds they swirl.
There grew the two.
so dear
most thought.
Short breath
two centered
scents.
And how
before
them both
I stood
once near
their hearts
too far.
And when
I know
how
roses grow
and pressed
so hard
was I.
And cups
of milk
I loaned to
them
cinnamon
and spice.
Sugar sweets
they made
from them
and
now to know
both why.
While
lilly bridged
sweet roses
bank as
water rushes
by.
if
love
be
this
white cloud
rose
that
open
and
close
i
shall
cleave
thy
heart
for
thee
this
white
cloud rose
dew drops adorning
the awakening roses
~ a morning present
my field blooms again
roses smile across the garth~
summer comes once more
Roses never smelled wilt quicker,
For the roses cry and since tears are salt water,
And salt dehydrates, the roses shrivel.
In addition, the whole plant might rebel against life
all because no one stopped and smelled the roses...
So if you ever spot a rose bush make a beeline for it
And sniff every single blossom.
Me and my love, are like two roses, we love each other so much, that we grew together, side by side.
We choose to be red, for our love is so strong, like the blood of life, we live in each other’s arms, feeling each other all through life.
We smell the same, like the sweetest scent that has ever been found.
Just the touch of our love, can make us feel like we are in heaven mist.
My rose is here in my hand; it smells so sweet it makes me have feeling of loving endlessly.
My rose is red like my blood, reminding me of life and its endless cycle of love.
Like a kiss from nature, our bond makes us feel amazingly.
My rose blooms beautifully and comes back every year, to make me smile again and again.
Lifting prayers to God, for all the love.
Let the flowers grow around Queen Anne’s lace,
As vanilla clouds simulate snowflake motifs.
This Wintering in Spring, amidst green leaves.
A red velvet garden of thorns and grace.
Let the flowers grow, strong; popped-button-proud;
Bright friends of sun’s bolster - deep ruby lips;
Rainshower-couture, like painted nail tips.
Deep, bountiful presence - silent, but loud.
Let the flowers grow, suddenly chosen
To be gathered in a wedding bouquet;
Or one by one, fragrant stems kissed on broadway.
Still, most remain, in season, unbroken.
As our attention softens, bliss beats rise,
from a centreless fulcrum at our core,
ego recedes, we cease to weigh and size,
as God’s blessings continue to in-pour,
of which our vibrant presence keeps no score.
Dwelling in the heart we slowly evolve,
in surrender, with no problems to solve,
for we have entrusted God with life’s task,
thus we stand still as illusions revolve,
witnessed as in divine light we so bask.
Specific Types of Rose Poems
Read wonderful rose poetry on the following sub-topics:
beautiful, black, death, for her, for him, funeral, life, love, red, rhyme, romantic, sad, white, woman
and more.
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