Rose Villanelle Poems

When soul mirrors mourning moonrise,
rose silk ink bleeds fluent fine art,
while the goddess of thunder sighs.

Forsaken flowers face grey skies,
to illuminate kohl glass heart,
when soul...

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Wild rambling roses of a pinkish bloom
dance in the breeze down by the sea.
Roots grasping deep in the tall wavy dunes.

Pussy Willows growing in a...

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That slow and spectacular gait of a bride
Brimming as she is with nuptial pride
With grace and beauty each regal stride
as invitees whisper, 'here comes the...

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No deity on heaven and earth gave repose,
When each rose petal fell heavy like monsoon rain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose

Buried on unhallowed...

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Asian sun rises from the east
Rose seeds beneath the fence
For these petals are released

The perfumed smell of the rose lingers
The scene is hailed by the...

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It crept in with the peaceful night,
Slipping softly into troubled dreams,
Unaware of our desperate plight.

A friendly smile, the flag held tight,
Neighbors watch as we move...

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In my row of bushes remains one rose
not wilted yet nearby the garden bed -
Last rose of fall in beautiful repose.

Roses tend to perish when...

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"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson
and made me stronger."
--Constance La France


Life is a shared gift that takes my walk slow.
It's up to...

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Sometimes unvarnished truth is hard to take.
It’s often just as difficult to tell.
Truth may cause tears to fall and hearts to break.

Withholding truth when there...

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Sing me that song of compelling phrase,
Make me long to dance to your croon
With halting rhythms of a distant place.

I shall look longingly into your...

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Enchanted by this lovely clement day
while writing poems like Calliope -
I wish in springtime I could ever stay.

To see the sun come up above the...

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The bee may kiss the petaled face
Of any bloom bathed in the sun
As every rose smiles in her place.

Nectar gathered, left not a trace,
So, every...

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Tread lightly on my badly wounded soul
Lest it return in spectral manner borne,
Time will atone for the happiness you stole.

Ponder the ways you can make...

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Tread lightly on my badly wounded soul
Lest it return in spectral manner borne,
Time will atone for the happiness you stole.

Ponder the ways you can make...

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I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
It's perfect; I pick it for my friend dear.
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.

There...

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