Rose Writing Poems

I am turning half of my garage into an office space so I will have more room to scatter my unorganized thoughts into even bigger...

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Writing for me is fun 
Like painting words under the sun 
Even in intense of heat 
It makes the rhythm in my heartbeat 

On limitless...

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"Lee, you awake?"
Yeah, sorry. "Where were you?"
Nowhere, my call? Fold.
Looking around the table, I couldn't have drifted that long,
Wouldn't have known from the stares, whatever...

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Your scars showed up in my existence,
whispering shards of hatred. 
eyes made reflections of soul 
in which you and i were a part of.
ran through...

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The colour has no caste no religion
Just fetterless as a crowned pigeon,
The sun never marks any division
What's red, green, black or saffron.

All the colour is...

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In the world of code and creed,  
Heart and mind, a dualistic seed.  
Nights of work, days of strain,  
Drafts, redone, again,...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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My muse has exited via the stage door 
She says my life is such a bore
That the red spice wastes upon floor
That I can try...

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Spice tea is for me,  
hot with honey on a cold winter's day.  
Pretty pink rose cups,  
are filled to the top...

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Glowing with jubilant starlight 
periwinkle eyes and rose cheeks;
Teacup is full my heart is bright 
the smile on my lips loudly speaks;
Feather pen with flawless...

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The day my mind folded over the highway. 
in sunny Florida citrus surrounded me 
the breeze was just right as oranges danced. 
with lemons scents...

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If only I could write you a sonnet,
Iambic pentameter and what not,
Let my muse mull profoundly upon it.
I must write it quickly lest I forgot.

It...

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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I sketch musky infernos with kohl ink
when dead wings of flurry moon lace my
copper blue lashes and ripples
of faith crash furthest seashores,
Draping stelliform-soul
in strokes of...

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