Rhyme Rose Poems

No thorn could prick, my dying eyes to rest 
Below heavens window, God's borrowed guest,
Or fulfil my heart where love had sadly failed.
Like crusading knights...

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Rosa the gem of flowers
the queen of every plant, 
in spring she wears her fineries, 
her beauty the eyes enchant.
 
Her colours are so attractive...

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        Fields of flowing, fresh flowers, in nascent dreams,
        Huge mug...

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The Lord made him Asian,
colored him a light brown raison,
with pearly whites that shined a glazing..

The Lord made him Asian.
He rose to the occasion.
No time...

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My heart yearns to rise early
to have you in company;
Your dazzling native beauty 
attracts the crowd at Tiffany.

Even the birds of Rome 
come on their...

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For 'Guess Who' contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico

Born in the abode of the angels,
a blooming rose beautiful and coy;
Glance even from different angles,
as always you...

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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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Red is the flavor of passion and desire
The taste of a kiss that sets your soul on fire
Red is the spice that tingles your tongue
Heat...

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The day greets me with water,
On my dainty leaves,
A gift that flowers much shorter,
Don't get flaunted on their sleeves.

A sunny daisy patch,
A dime a dozen...

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                 The Jacobite Rose 

Falling , the conscience of...

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In a world full of people
so lost in the fight
I’ve not met another like you,
who midst all the crowd
stands out in the night…
as the white...

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Be My Valentine

Cupid giggles in the breeze
As we slow dance with the moon,
The stars waltz across the sky
While the angels hum a tune.

Romance is a...

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Yes, he was born to blow my mind,
And I was born to write sad stories.
He reminds me of someone,
Giving me an access to my forbidden...

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Do not ask for roses, dear
Be they pink or white or red
I'll give you something more sincere
Like poison oak instead....

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