Short Bed Of Roses Poems
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I come
to your garden,
pluck roses to make love,
but life is not bed of roses
truly.
-September 12, 2018 Chattogram
soft bed of roses
evokes dreams of happiness...
yet beware of thorns:
opinions, overthinking
can often lead to sadness
happiness my blue bird's nest a bed of roses
18.02.07
Alexis Y's
Roses Are Red - One Liner Contest
Visions of my girl
Captured on a bed of roses
Bouquet of beauty
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-10.php
beauty around us. . .
without it, life is simply
no bed of roses
For Linda's Haiku Contest:
"Flowers, Trees, & Shrubs, What I LUv"
If anyone supposes
That life should be a bed of roses
How boring this would be
With no diversity
Roses have prickles the blossom exposes
Some say life is not a bed of roses
A bed of roses would be as uncomfortable as hell
They may be prickly
But are beautiful and have a delightful smell
Velvet is like silk
Rose flowers like soft
A blanket of velvet is thrown
On the bed of roses of thrones
For the butterflies betterment and comfort
red, satin pillows
soft music, wine, chocolate--
bed of roses waits
*February 4, 2019
Tania Kitchin’s Valentine Senryu
Howmanysyllables.com: 5-7-5
He pestered me for love
To own it in bed of roses
I offered him all he wanted
But he removed all thorns
Leaving leaves and flowers
What remained was not
A bed of roses any more
The silver lining
has eaten through my pockets
The bed of roses
Has faded to ash
Ground has opened
And from the depths
the putrid rotting
stench of dying life
has robbed my senses
of beauty
Arms around each other.
Bed of roses he laid her on.
Caressing each other so fine.
Desired from day one.
French kissed n made love.
Contest: - ABC - Poem about Love
Sponsor: - Alfred Vassallo
lay you on a bed of roses
and show you all i knowses
sure you top it like a bow
but quiet for my broses
leave me coming back for more
watch as my door closes
waiting for you by the shore
poetry composes
The love
you've sown within
the heart and soul of me
grows like a lush summer garden
and I am filled with your tender beauty
I gather roses in the sun
and offer you bouquets
on petals sweet
we lie
On a bed of roses
Honey-suckled scent.
Love is in the air, when I'm with you I have no cares.
Relaxed and transfixed
A beautiful sunset.
Our souls connect
On a bed of roses, I lie here with you.
There once lived a sage prophet named Moses
Who struggled forty years guiding noses
Seems the Israelites defied
Most everything he tried
Leading that mob was no bed of roses
Falling into a bed of roses
I find the pain within her heart
Then a pink cactus pricks my soul
Leading me to believe she’s not right for me
I don’t know what’s truly real
Maybe she could just tell me…
Russell Sivey
She lays in her bed of roses,
Curled up and borrowed deep,
This little angel a gift from God,
Humble and so meek,
Her innocence inviting,
So delicate and frail,
I watch as she goes off into the ocean,
Dreaming of her sail.
You are never too old to succeed
To strive to fill, a life-long need
No-ones life is a bed of roses
Ask the famous Grandma Moses
Taken from: Never Too Old
6 March 2020
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 2
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
As we travel on our journey
Life is not a bed of roses
While traveling on the way
You can smell the scent of roses
To make us more forceful
In doing what is good in life
Settling to overcome the fire
Reflecting life from within.
Lulled to lie
on what appears to be
a bed of roses;
sinks into well-concealed quicksand.
Submitted for...
Bite Size Poem no. 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written: 07/07/2021
The past is ash,
Indicator of all that’s dead,
The past is ash,
No longer prone to toxic lash,
Milk and honey now lies ahead,
A bed of roses where she’ll wed,
The past is ash.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: ALPHABETS OF RONDELET
Word: Ash
Written: 2-14-12
Gather her up
with rubber gloves and Lysol.
Toss her gently on a bed of roses.
Yank her light switch,
immerse blues in soft sell.
Whisper of wealth yet to come,
encourage with chocolates,
agree to die first;
love her back to roundness.
Where power rests
On a bed of roses
Citizens ignorantly lie
On artificial beds of ashes
Wearing old sack clothes
Moving in the morning
Without washing faces
And cleaning their legs
Then the nation’s dogs
Will bark without biting
Sleeping with eyes closed
This morning I am on my way
To teach another long, hard day.
My stomach's often tied in knots
Before I face those screaming tots
With untied shoes and runny noses,
My job is not a bed of roses,
And yet my heart keeps telling me
There's no place else I'd rather be.