Angst Rose Poems

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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My muse has exited via the stage door 
She says my life is such a bore
That the red spice wastes upon floor
That I can try...

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Remembering your silken skin - oh Rose
Which brought me to rattling knees
My heart, springs a steady bleed
Where you've wandered no one knows
Like you became a...

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I now have page six 
Nothing short of amazing 
I will boast loudly 
I should be rewarded with 
Eternal  blue rose gardens...

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Cruel World seeks hope within lies
We turn our heads as Mother Earth cries

Like birds, hope may fly when confronting lies.
Wee butterfly gives a try
to bring...

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You’re my violet rose
You’re the poetry
Mixed with some prose
You’re like me —

We’re so different, yet ok on the eye
So significant, our shine is fly
Your roots...

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flowers of iron
I rust 
flowers of glass 
I shatter 
flowers of Jade 
I lust
flowers of crimson
I tower 
I watch the rays of the sun break...

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distorted rose in yellow vase
how dare you chastise me 
sure I wilted and lost my integrity
but look at you my withered beast

three d was the...

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What are thou
but just a flower 
heart defiled
Gone
grown and strong tower 
waiting to be for the devoured 
by the pestilences sorrow
Grown
Infected infested jowls 
Rose bud...

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As A Rose That Never Grows.
.
A single drop in a vast deep ocean
The furthest star in the night sky
As lonely as a rejected leper 
So...

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A Rose in The Snow.
.
Deep within a forest blanketed by snow
A place yet unknown
And no one ventures or goes
Grows and clings on to life
The once...

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many days we walked
an unforgiving sun
beating down upon us
and at night
even the cold moon
seemed to curse us...

Seeing what no eye should see
our tears mingled with...

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They call me a black rose, 
braided with stains of sterling;
Riddled with enormous thorns, 
to some a bit menacing;

They call me a black rose, 
dark...

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Heart As A Rose.

My heart was once like a blooming Fragrant rose
Beautiful unpicked
With delicate 
Soft petals and folds
But very soon
Cruel hearts 
That pretended to care...

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Nothings new with me
I’m just falling again
On this vice that I carry
It seems like my only friend

The patches on my heart 
Hold together in a...

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