Short Roseate Poems

roseate skimmer
pretty rose pink dragonfly
females orange-brown...

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A roseate glow
fills the jar at the windowsill--
The rays of dawn...

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Roseate Spoonbill 

Pink wadding bird rosy lushness showing, glowing.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010

Poetic form: Monuku...

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Rudimentary, these
Rose petals dried in a
"Rotten pot", potpourri
Releasing blent fragrance--
Robust, rosaceous.
Remind her.  Give her this
Roseate love token.

(Pleiades)...

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roseate spoonbills
  colorful feathered flyers~
    cotton candy pink



April 10, 2022
Wild Animal Haiku Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
checked with howmanysyllables...

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I awaken with inordinate maturate on my face. Stripping my skin away disinters a face made of red clay I then claw and strip it away to show the face of a roseate mask and once unmasked revealed the black star....

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It must have dazzled Free Will
To be jousting with Fate.
Clanks there no discordant
But armour intimate.

Dark, or roseate-crested, one of
Either the former's knights.
Sent out its castle wall, beyond
For the latter's world-fights....

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Not yet,
moon. I have torched 
the house 
to watch the flames.

*

Suddenly,
the eyes fish out 
a wild saga of 
a failing light –


on the roseate 
lips. I was always 
fond of lion’s tooth 
and milky stems.


Satish Verma...

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EVEN swaying mountains are smoother hungry clouds 

And your ticklish roseate lips like match-lit dewdrops 

are not a memory but realized onward and carried 

within an old man’s satchel; depressed lines as thick

as unfeeling skin; a path to have traveled until the ending

unlike the empty nest that’s screaming.

:: 06-28-2017 ::...

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Old-fashioned beauty kissed by morning dew,
In summer-rain her dreams reflect the sun,
And poets ponder magic she can do,
As worldly things the mind must surely shun,
Her thorns shall fight the heart that isn’t true,
Yet bring her tender kiss to love begun,
To poets gazing on her blooming blush,
She sings harmony in a whispered hush.





Form: Ottava Rima...

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Each day at dusk, prismed skies unfold
Pink threads are woven with rays of gold
Sunset's glow is reflected in soft glimmers
on waves rippling in serpentine shimmers
Earth is a painting in roseate pastel light
brushed at twilight, among clouds in flight


December 7, 2021
Bite Size Poem No29 Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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I am the wanderer
the worshipper,
the lover,
a thistle bedizened
roseate deluge
gliding across the oasis,
each of my petals
secreting scents of
scarlet seduction

I am the wanderer
the worshipper,
the lover,
my hymns
brim with luminance
well before the
golden orb ascends to
crown the Syriac date palms
and cast its gaze upon
the apple of my
jet black eyes...

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A shade of clear caresses red
dabbed upon each aching edge
a sweetened birch lies ever near
await mere embers to appear

In holy rest her amber hue
a roseate glow paints such a view
gentle strokes do pass and glide
pure color beats and breathes inside

With light and shade a vision lives
in moves and shapes a feeling gives
a pensive air floats through each brush
as passion seeks her loving touch...

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Radiant beauty abound

Sun beam, pubescent wager, thy face, 
Nourishment takes, golden roseate, 
Tenuring flower, non-daub
Graceful anima, display

The’ streaming into our souls,
Mise eternal, nod love 
Never accord that we will
Birr mioty, universal a qualm

Sprig Eres an arrow that day
Cheshire  I vidi, anearing eyes
Grin giving, es raining a pasted 
Moppet of peri, pecked me a sass
I will always cherish the’ day....

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The canvas upon
Which Sunsets are drawn
The palette that proffers
The hues…
The stroke of the brush
‘Pon the edge of the earth
The purples, the crimsons
The blues..
The portrait that’s painted
Each day at dusk
At times displays the husk
Of a day…
Vibrant and roseate
Once so bright and sunny
As if God and Angels
Have conspired to create
A hue hallowed and new
The colour of blood
…mixed with honey…
...

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Nothing is left of love
but soft slopes of sand –-
sea shard curves
of ancient offered flesh..

We hold life’s
brief possessions
in brindled hands—
cheeks ripe roseate  
above painted  
porcelain lips.

Faded farm women 
gaze on roseolas of prairie—
sepia skims 
of faith’s watermarks
held up to light
and frenzied time
amid salmon stains—
papered moth wing eyelids
flickering madly
under thin Rosetta stones
of sun....

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Beautiful, 
The roseate glow
Of the lunar moon
The light it shed
Touches the earth
O! a coruscating brilliance 
A touch of red,
It could mean love
Love?
Perhaps the moon
Has been speared,
Ran through with cold steel
Shedding scalding tears
In gory pool 
Sun, 
stars 
And other heavenly bodies
Have you done this?
Have you killed our moon?
Why does she glow in gore?
Will she breathe again?
Will she glow
To lit our inky night again?...

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C antankerous and chimerical - comingle with my childlike charms.
 A morous and antagonistic - angel wings melt within my arms.
  N urturing and nostalgic - as I cradle one's frangible needs.
   C aress my curvaceous chasms - when shared confusion slowly bleeds.
    E ver evasive, always enticing - my heart may tease you; yet not tempt.
     R eminiscent and roseate - dancing with dreams not yet dreamt.






Author's Note:
Cancer - June 29th 19....
Sorry, my computer froze....

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