Short Loverose Poems
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A rose blooms.
Love showed me a new way
She was mine
My Valentine
Smile shine
Holy shrine
Stars align
Hearts combine
Soul refine
My finish line
And then love took her away
A rose dies.
One rose grew to twenty-four
With the thought that most is more
Enchanted we that once believed
Love each petal, ne'er grieve
Once, that one stood up tall
'Til one befell a one rose fall
Now, I am one with twenty-four
Which the one, for one is more
Form:
I kept the rose on my table
The most beautiful flower I’d seen
Given to me by someone I love
Perfect and pristine
The rose lay on my table
Its romance with the bees just finished
Away from the virgin gardens
Picked and plucked
The rose had no regrets though
It had seen this happen; every-time
A love sacrificed
To see a love blossom
My love for you is like a rose
If unkempt it will slowly wither
And slowly fade
But if this rose can live
It must be loved back
Time is my enemy
And you are what I lack
With your caring arms
This rose can bloom
But without them
It may fade with the day
This rose can deceive
Although lit with color
It can lose it within
Will it live through tonight
Or die because of sin
A rose is mellow a rose is sweet a rose is soft it's yours to keep
they come in all different colors for everytime and special season
this is the reason why roses are so special they are a symbol of love
from above they mean so much to us they are soft to touch the smell oh so
sweet they are so nice to keep I will never forget my memories I have as the
time passes my thoughts will always grow when I think of a rose.
Copyright@Januray2006
A wild rose was
growing along the
mountain road
so freely,
until a young couple
came passing by one
fine day, so long ago.
She stooped down
and picked this flower
so beautiful to behold.
These young dear ones
made a vow that day,
saying that their love
would grow into the
beauty of this wild rose,
so tender and sweet,
a delicate love,
toward each other,
till the end of
time, to cast a
beauty like the
wild rose had
done for them.
wrote 10-13-08
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 now red fingers back.
under this rose were thorns sharp as daggers.
in my state of confusion, i could’ve sworn i heard Someone say,
“this is not yours to take”