Roses Poems - Poems about Roses

OF LIFE AND ROSES Life is like roses, our petals and thorns tested daily in our lives:- Keep bloosoming and blooming : enduring life’s naturing:- ...

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Some Kind of Misty 7-7-25 Sponsor Nette Onclaud ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Misty Roses Roses brood in thick mists Veiled in shades of rainbows Covered with diamond cloaks Touched by dawn's misty grace Morning blesses each bloom Grey doves coo reveille...

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Days intimacy fail And history holds no value Grudges will be called on When expectations fail So are roses intertwined When petals starts to drop It’s all a solitary fall Not to be over burdened When the time bolts And unity comes The fraternal will be separated And the spare dispersed Then old thoughts are replaceable For they are no longer new Only at the peak...

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Soft like velvet roses, strong as surgical steel. Clamor from the inside, never to be mangled. The afterclap of untied. Soft like velvet roses, be tender when you touch. Thorns are not delicate, they grow larger with time. Baseline reigns elegant. Soft like velvet roses raging in thunderstorms. Perfect dichotomy, passion is rarely clean. A gift laudatory. Soft like velvet roses, a match for toying cheeks. An outlandish display...

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Wilted flowers Wilted flowers lie in empty fields Days pass as flies scour, Leaving the decomposing ideas to be eaten. The sun flickers as each minute weans by An empty shell of you left in bloody waters. A quiet silence crowding the space your words claimed. The once blooming pedals, scorned by your nectar. Craving the burn you bring into my veins; no...

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The white ones glisten in a beaded sweat of sleep, exposed in beds of ruffled, scented petals as if this falling into sleep had been a struggling against the night’s inducement, requiring great effort. Now morning has arrived with its cool, gentle light to awaken these roses to yet another day or two. But they sleep too soundly, perhaps still indulging in amorous dreams of the night...

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My kitty, Harry climbs tall red brick walls, alarmed, I could not believe my eye balls; while I trim roses climbing, up, up with perfect timing, in the garden- he leaps and never falls ! Poetry/Limerick/Climbing Roses and Kitty/AI Free Copyright Protected, ID 06-1742-121-27 All Rights Reserved, 2025, Constance La France Copying any part of this work is prohibited without permission...

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Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. petals, fragile – sensitive as the silence who reveals the lost words, the evidence spiritual inklings, listening for hints of spice and mystery murmuring beneath the frail majesty blessing the soul who can see what it means to link the heady aroma of...

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If we can only smell the soul, will it then smell like the rose? in gentle aroma of passing breeze, in morning fresh dew-swept air? can we at birth of a little one, breathe-in essence of his deeper self, past the innocence of his smile, can we see a universe entire? do roses then live a spiritual life, and speak with god with...

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The Days of Masks and Covered znosex, ...

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Fragrances of roses wafted throughout the garden No idea why I had been invited, but I cherished this scent Others milled around in fancy frocks and expensive suits My dress was a plain blue with tiny yellow daisies “I hear you traded silence for roses,” someone said. Thought he was talking to me. Turned to answer. Found myself facing two gorgeous...

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Love interaction Eyes met Hearts pounded Inspiration or where have you been? Pure attraction Kiss of sensation Let me take you out, and have dinner as we move about The talk in getting to know each other Being the lucky Fella On top of the world Every laugh and jokes came with enchanted smile Loving after loving while Inspiring loving words Gestures sounding like personal whispers Never thought I...

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Roses Are Bleeding Roses are bleeding And darkness is blue The graves are hungry And nightmares are true Isolated to ruin The lightning strikes Dark poetry is fluent A cemetery delight Running away with fear Creepy sounds glide Roses are bleeding Your broken heart is mine Thorns poke through the skin Eyes turn black Lost...

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sweet scent of roses vivid aromas tickle my nose I am reminded of you...

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Tanka our love like a rose the fresh scent is in the air I want to pluck it I may get scratched doing so off the stem the rose will die Haiku red roses in bloom alive and fresh on the stem sharp thorns for defense ...

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