Death 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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A rose defines the beauty of a flower, 
 as though most beauty lives by hour.
A petals,  stem or lively green leaf,
The coloured rose,...

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A rose defines the beauty of a flower, 
 as though most beauty lives by hour.
A petals,  stem or lively green leaf,
The coloured rose,...

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A rose defines the beauty of a flower, 
 as though most beauty lives by hour.
A petals,  stem or lively green leaf,
The coloured rose,...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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In a garden where new life grows

A rose beneath the sky

As winter nears a cold wind blows

I watch it wilt and die

A reminder of all...

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                 The Jacobite Rose 

Falling , the conscience of...

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"Wild and windblown, that's how you've grown.
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?"       Lyric written by Nat King Cole

Moving...

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I brushed water colors with thoughts of Adam's Eve
and the fallen one who was disguised to deceive
this naked nymph, who strikes a nubile pose
offering a...

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Her eyes look up towards the amber skies
In solemn prayer before the Sun dies

Only to live again a zillion times
Prayer is not for the Sun...

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Beneath a night veil bordered with black roses,
such a pallid, yet beauteous face,
nightingales nestled at her feet.
She's adept at knowing when to let
herself in.
She sits,...

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                   Snow-white blood runs through 
the branches...

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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On behalf of National Breast Cancer Foundation, I was nominated as a candidate for the Fabulous Over Forty fight against breast cancer campaign. 

As it...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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