I saw American maiden with the choky breath
Panting sideways with the teary face .
I recently listned the siren of ambulance
And family sobs and I went past to her
Unfortunately, the ambulance left
It was a painful tragedy
Which made kins cried
I was anxious and tensed
When friends rosed questions about why
I could be rather be speechless
Eventhough I was questioned by my college mates
Which was unspoken incident which made
me numbed and fearful
it resulted in trauma and flashbacks
This is a painful tragedy
I could nt resist why
When I listened the wailing voices then
It made me cry
I could not forget the girl that
Was in my mind
Categories:
rosed, america, death of a
Form: Cento
I awoke quickly nearing dawn
I jumped from bed to hurry on
I watched as sunstrokes soon were gone
leaving rosed paintings they had drawn.
On new day's path , I ran with glee
each moment a new mystery
breeze in my hair made me feel free
a Zepher perhaps I shall be
Akin to wind, I'll fly so far
and mingle with the morning star
I'll catch some sunbeams in a jar
to spill at dusk where shadows are
I need to gather the last light
before the day turns into night
Categories:
rosed, appreciation,
Form: Quatorzain
Hello there! She said to me
A furious girl I imagined to see
A girl as fragile as a petal
Stood their like a shield of metal
Fire in her eyes and warmth in her heart
She was the beginning of a new start
Grace in her walk and royalty in her talk
She seemed like a fairy from the tales of folk
High She rosed from the ashes of fire
Fighting against situation so dire
Yes,she did fall for a hundred times
Yet she wanted to take an another climb
There was pain in her body and sorrow in her eye
But she promised her dreams she won't let them die
Again I saw her with that beautiful smile
Even though it took her some while
Oh God! I wondered who is the one I see?
Just then I realized it's a reflection of me.
Categories:
rosed, 10th grade, dream, flying,
Form: Rhyme
The sun is down it's dark it's night
The Moon is arises it has rosed it's night
Not morning still dark
I close my eyes I cannot see it's black
It's dark I'm lying in a coffin opened the lid
I'm not here I have rose I have risen it's light
I'm in flight I'm looking down on all of us
I'm with God in heaven and Jesus Christ
12/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Categories:
rosed, analogy, bereavement, endurance, engagement,
Form: Free verse
Young Love
BEHOLD, that special soothing tides of youth,
wherein it surges per paints blending times,
dries up in seconds treasured as it climbs,
up or down, a portrait life brushed in truth.
HAIL, the call of the free that pulsed the veins,
while an enjoined wax stilled against candles,
hours ere blazing unleashed their love handles,
the real flame dies, the soul fire remains.
HARK, love starts on the blanks of the canvas,
paints are the veins progress, be rosed or fall,
as brushing touched heartbeats inspire the sprawl,
stained e'er in stillness extends love chances.
HEED, the distinct words that are been spelled out,
trickled ink contained, volumes of bled heart,
stacks of blank sheets, await love to impart,
instills the mind, imprints the heart throughout.
BLESSED, are twain souls, holding candles as ere,
portrayed gorgeously, passion be revealed,
started book, a chapter, and verse unsealed,
too young whence start, still grows sweetheart affair.
2020 March 12
*2nd Place*
STRAND CHOICE F,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllables;
20 lines x 10 syllables per = 200 syllables total
Categories:
rosed, growing up, love, poetry,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Wonderful moments we shared,
Beautiful days we had!
A lot was meant for us,
Everything was complete.
Instantly I felt like I owe it to you,
And through your eyes
I knew your heart felt the same!
It was never enough to spit
Love on your red rosed face.
But as we know we are mortal,
And growing up comes with...?
You knew where to hide it,
Where I and I only can access.
I owned it for a moment,
But suddenly it was gone!
I searched for it
And searched underneath!
but...
But couldn't find it!
Yes you did...
You stole it all from me,
All of it honey,all of it...
Categories:
rosed, hurt,
Form: I do not know?
Spent many hours with young blossoms and weeds,
I, a new child in a garden of lot.
Yield to the garden and sat down with needs.
Where no one could see, but constantly fought.
Invisible to the world since I was
young by nature's hand, not allowed to voice
judgments as it did not matter because
a woman had no freedom of her choice.
Uprooted off from Nature's restrictions
rosed and walked freely and followed planned dreams
without no limits or hesitation.
Like cool refreshing unrestricted streams.
I am my own hero obviously
wishes, dreams are taken seriously!
11/20/2017
Categories:
rosed, freedom,
Form: Sonnet
‘TWIST US TWAIN
O’ swift flying gentle Cupid
Piercing my sorrowful heart with love
Setting the pleasure precisely turgid
To woo my Queen like a princess dove
Without haste or delay of curious youths
But calculating the effects of the ploy
When her whispers fall soft as dust motes
Bringing widening ripples of calmly joy
Eyes shadowing pledges of complaisance
I foreseeing an approaching explosion of passion
In the premature detonations of allegiance
So genuine, my starved thoughts set in motion
Imprisoned in the asylum beneath her eyelids
To explore those lustrous pink-rosed lips
And a cocooned cone of soft warm ****
A diet in a hundred years I will daily upon hungrily feast
Even if the last chapter of my life death flips
I should know I died in the warmth of her breast.
Categories:
rosed, bridal shower,
Form: Rhyme
Red equals a love rosed lust crave
erupting volcano explossion
fever among two people.
Orange equals driving miss daisy
through the collapsing bed frame
breaking sweat against their,
hot lava Oozing river.
Yellow equals their glow of fireflies,
flow through the night brightly
gazed eyes between them above
the cloudy covers.
Green equals sweet' ned nectar
along the castel gods,flowing
On ward the lands, of hungry
animals (mammals) slamming the
wind,beneath the halo or horns!!
of naughty dirt.
Blue equals their thriving thirst of
fresh water to each others
strive for love blasting
down the heavens doors.
Purple equals lavenders pastel
boldness to keep this a
hot n' steamy sweat story
between them. HAhaHA!!!!
So I can not give you anymore
details of this, relationship!!!
GoodBye til we
Meet again!!! Wouldn't you like to
Know my secret????
Categories:
rosed, passionlove,
Form: Free verse
There once was a lass in decline
who daily drank much too much wine
she rosed* up her lips
and plumped up her hips
but never got any of mine!
Yes, my bottle it remained corked
not guzzled by broads from New York
oh, pink, white or red
I’d hoard them instead
perhaps I let lose for the stork?
Men if you’d sip from my bottle...
into bed, do rush, don’t dawdle
drink from my navel
if you are able
perform with game hold the throttle.
* I know [rosed] is not a word ;) I'm being funny so I'm using my poetic license!
**ed's do not make a syllable ;)
Categories:
rosed, funny, love
Form: Limerick
You didn't shake
as much in
the psych ward,
possibly because
of the medication.
A cocktail of
paxil, seroquel,
lithium and sedatives.
The white walls
dimmed your
pale complexion.
The pink rosed
paintings on the
wall reflected
the first bit
of color returning
to your peaked
gaunt cheeks, and
big sad eyes.
You'd get so angry,
trying to hold back
cries...stressed
from all the secrets
of your condition that
the uniforms and
clipboards kept
from you.
We'd walk the
circular hallway.
My black work loafers
and your socks
circumfrencing the
middle ground of
sanity.
We'd hold eachother
in the corner, under
the light wood
safety rail.
You, propped up
against the wall.
Me..pressed againt
your chest.
You'd envelope
me with your
long arms and
whisper in my ear
between your tears
that this...
couldn't last forever.
Categories:
rosed, life, loss, lost love,
Form: Narrative
Burnished bronze gateways,
to your innocent inner soul.
Flecked in sun spawned flakes,
Heavens Devine living gold,
Wisdom’s lasting serenity,
etched in patinas of dusty jade,
Softly pouted lips, finally smiling,
without semblance of charade.
Obsidian locks cascading,
like a spring fed mountain stream.
Alabaster skin was sculpted,
from an angelic ethereal dream.
Nuances of mischief dancing,
tint cheeks, a pale rosed blush.
Melting a long ice wound heart,
in fantasies warming rush.
From behind the unasked question,
like twilights final reprieve.
Transcendental pleasures,
angelically conceived.
Pondering chances of happiness,
a new life I shall finally realize.
Exorcising histories forlorn daemons,
that conspired my terran demise.
Perhaps side by side and together,
in the stillness of spirits gloaming.
Seeking that which can’t be measured,
A pair of hearts, no longer roaming..
Categories:
rosed, love, passion,
Form: I do not know?