Mom Rose Poems

She walked by on the beach one day at the end of one sweet summer 
and found a golden rose tucked safely between the shore...

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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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I. 
they say 
there exist languages without words
without syllables yet pronounced,
like the sharp clatter of fork and spoon and knife against each other
at dinners in...

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Have you met that gal? She is a live wire!
She will show you tricks other girls do not know.
Sam keeps his mouth shut; he knows...

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This poem is dedicated to Cleveland’s own … “Barley House” Thank you for your symbolism of the “White Rose” – “A love and deep respect...

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A mystic rose smile that belonged to my mother this is what I recall   

My easel and I resting in the spirit, ...

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Rose

there is a special reason why I chose
the glorious scent of an heirloom rose
this precious flower blooms every spring
a wonderous fragrance, the Rose doth bring
its...

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In my heart and soul; time stores a vision
of me clutching a fragrant white rose,
floral and fresh, with delicate undertones
of wine, berry, plum, and cloves.
Its...

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The White Rose

"Here she rests- my beautiful white rose-
                ...

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A childhood cradled in a mother’s arms. 
Like a sunrise aglow with hope and promise,
Nudging us to awake, our spirit charms. 
Bringing life from soil...

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This poetry is inspired by the NCoV (Novel Coronavirus) pandemic.

No bell can buy a rose
By SirKnor

I need a rose as my mom is sick.
Her body...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Here’s to the travellers,
   the passengers, the tourists
who trek this alien landscape
   in search of experience.

Here’s to the resilient,
  ...

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I turn back pages of memories,
I see the faces of mom and thee,
She plays the uke and its melodies,
Both sing along, harmoniously,

Shakespeare knew of thee,...

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What's in a name, you say
  Is a rose still a rose by any other
And isn't 'Mom' a lot more loving
  Than calling...

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