Fear 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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Tears fall, soundless memories, silent as dew,
Struggling from the morning’s gentle eyes, clawing
Through the promises, feelings blooming,
Like the blessings of roses, soft petals bathing
In the...

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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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                 The Jacobite Rose 

Falling , the conscience of...

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Though echo of love returns not
at times, do we yet hold steady,
untying knots that makes heart taut,
for each bout, lovingly ready?

To be always in equipoise,
though...

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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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Are you one who bemourns the downward spiral of society?
Are you one who in frustration has bowed out of politics?
Have you concluded that your contribution...

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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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Lillies sprout. Roses bloom
Tick tock tick 
All is well. SPRING TIME!
we survive 
We are alive
Eat a little drink a little 
Sleep alot
Tick tock tick
Something IS...

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Quote By Poet: "A Rose Garden and Tea Time Go Together."

Tea time is for me,
sweetened by the big honey bee.
I love hot tea with crackers...

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Her pale face, rosy lips, raven wing hair,
that many compare to a princess of old, so fair.

Yet, she is unique, the girl with the amber...

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Remember when I would offer you a rose,
you would consider it as the precious gift of love,
When you would smell the rose and fondly smile,
I...

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A Puzzle... 

A ten thousand-piece puzzle 
flashed in my head.
In life... 
you find the four corners first...
Then separate 
the pieces by shades, 
colors, 
and 
designs...
that...

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The dark woods bid a fleeting trail,
Penelope Rose has cast her spell.
I find a cave’s open door,
no one’s ever been in here before.

Only a drip...

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I’m alone and scared lying in my bed  
with a cold wet sweat running down my head 
In heart pounding fear I will soon...

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