Hate 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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As I Rose From Purple Slumberland, My Heart Red Aflame

As I rose from purple slumberland, my heart red aflame
There within crackling old bones was an...

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As humans, I imagine, it is human nature when viewing the sights and sounds around us…to try and understand who we are and all the...

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Counting Beats

There is a machine, 
that the doctor has, 
it is sheer magic. 
It can be placed on the belly of a mother, 
and the...

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Amidst Swirls Of Twinkling Stars, Love Yet Flies

Above the soft gasps of night craving skies.
Amidst swirls of twinkling stars, love yet flies.

Outward, and onward through...

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"THE PRAISE OF ROSES.
If Zeus had willed it so/ That o’er the flowers one flower should reign a queen,
I know, ah well I know/The rose,...

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So blessed the Rose that knows no pain
Exquisite Empress with elegance reigns
To please my world with joy and grace
Her essence furled her scent embraced
Bewitched by...

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Sometimes Roses are Red, Sometimes they are Blue.
Sometimes I'm Happy, Sometimes I'm Sad, But Whenever Your around I have the Most Precious Most Beautiful Wonderful...

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Cancer is an ugly disease…not only for the life it takes
But for all the sorrow and sadness…left floating in its wake….

Although I did not know...

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As the sun beams 
My heart screams
The light fades 
and i'm lost in space
take me back to when time was young
where we never fought and...

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The End of Nothing

I am sitting...
waiting and thinking. 
Really going crazy, 
slowly insane. 
I am at home, 
trapped. (by discretion)

My guy is in the building....

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Gracious are those petals of rose,
Whose beauty heralds love in the world,
Whose fragrance with its divine wand,
Steals the heart of appealing ones.
Cursed are those thorns...

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Poetry is lipped as ink drips on an ornamented card 
Violets in a stream of blue as the roses bud
A red heart shape is enhaloed...

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We never really saw it coming when the 
waves rose out of the sands.
Deaf to the sounds of walls of water on 
moving quickly on...

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Sweet Things

Aunt Candy was the candy lady and her name fit just fine. 
She made mountains of chocolates, every kind. 
Whip whistles that popped, crunchy...

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