Rose By Any Other Name Poems - Poems about Rose By Any Other Name

Mr Tick wanted to marry the girl of his dreams However, Fran was reluctant to take his surname...

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It was there for the picking, a velvet ruby red long and slender swaying in the comfort of it's bed. Petals splayed precisely an enticing grand display, nature made perfection quite impressive in bouquet. It's time of year approaching when given, just to say I think of you as special you're my valentine this day....

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("The Longest Journey", 2020, original encaustic) Beyond Words, A Rose By Any Other Name… Everybody’s talkin’ ‘bout it because it, is all there is. Like there is but one sun everyone sees and is extolling. Even when they’re pointing at the moon it’s still just Sun’s light reflecting on her face. Yet still people fuss and fight splitting hairs all through the night… But...

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I remember how it made me think when I first heard Juliet exclaim, after falling in love with Romeo…a Montague…What is in a name? The different feeling it evokes depending on which name someone is choosing… The different emotions that arise from whatever name they’re using . My parents christened me James and introduced me to my first synonym… for no...

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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 wonders that surround us. To do this we attach labels to everything we see… that’s a cloud, that’s the ocean…that’s a flower…that’s a tree. These labels are quite useful when used as they’re...

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Through the hushed whisper of the breeze Flowing through the majestic circling pine trees I sense that I have stepped Into a sacred hallowed space A GARDEN OF ROSES A heady perfume hits the senses Euphoric, Exhilarating, Enticing, Ethereal comes to mind Heaven sighs in a high frequency of vibrations To whisk one away to never before felt heights An Awe descends on...

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A Rose by Any Other Name Wouldn’t you know it The French people rule Inventing a pill That makes farting cool A wee little pill You take when you eat So that gas from your cheeks Smells ever so sweet Violets or roses Or chocolate perfume Instead of foul odors Permeate the whole room They even have those You can feed to your dog If you’ve got...

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All the names are just the same If you are sweet like a rose I confess, I’m not impressed Oh, how little that bard knows For the name of your loved one Can make you completely melt When it’s breathed in your heart Its vibrations are deeply felt The name of your loved one Is a promise in one word… That his love is eternal...

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In France they don’t call it a pothole Instead they call it a hen’s nest It sounds much nicer doesn’t it? But for drivers, they’re still a pest...

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When at a festive dance we met In gold were those dear moments set. We synchronised so sweetly Without any gaucherie. The hours like fleeting seconds sped Our present to our future wed But that reverie did sadly melt The way that Eden itself did wilt.. Trepidation on Boots' corner grew To meet you on our...

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Looking into your eyes, I can see the signs. Baby, my hearts on fire. A million daisies, Growing in a field Could not fill my hearts desires. The way you hold me, The looks I see in your eyes. The feeling of your arms around me. The way my heart jumps, When you enter the room. The way your eyes glow, when your focused on me. There aren't...

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i journied through a forrest covered in haze. through the thick grey fog there was a bright glow of red. i stumbled trying to make my way towards it, tripping on the roots from apple trees. i came closer to this red. a rose was revealed. this rose was mesmerising. my hand reached for it without thought. immediately, i threw my...

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He pricked himself reaching for the rose, the scent and beauty drawing him near. He was determined approaching again and again. He found more thorns that further injured him. Growing annoyed, roughly grabbing, more scrapes, cuts and then he crushed the flower with his hand. She screamed....

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