Spring Rose Poems

The anxious crowd
Gathers
Slowly anticipating
The grand opening

A bud trembles
Dew drops shiver
A late sun
Unlocks the stage door

A gentle hum builds
Slowly
Petal fingers open
To unheard applause

A chatter of sparrows
A...

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She turns sixteen one cold December clime
He strings dissembling lover’s thorns so girthed
The sprouts of pristine virtue split by crime
The core is sore, this shriveled...

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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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“Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best.” – William Shakespeare, The Two Noble Kinsmen

Sweet Rose, for ages you have blessed the human race
with your...

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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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Wrote this one using some of my own prompts and prompts by my fellow poets...


If love were a thorn-less rose,
I would have gifted you
a thousand...

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aconite ink blue
habenaria pure white
spring smoothly blossom
a light calming pink lotus,
the queen of water lilies
...

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Blooming since temperate days of Fall
fragrant red roses were frozen
wearing sugar shawls of snow
gelid crimson petals
beneath a blanket
of winter white
slumbering 
draped in
frost
Laced
flowers
shrouded in
crystalline ice
swaddled the...

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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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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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Here, I scribble a letter 
to the rhapsodical rose, 
dipping my quill in 
stardust that slips 
like a violet waterfall 
from the tips of 
white...

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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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Silken whispers greet the blithe morning
damp mist spring tap on red  oak door
joyful treat preempted faint dawning

Felicity a phase one can’t ignore
bright daffodil white...

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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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