Poems About Roses Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about roses seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
The Wild Rose
I'm the Gardner
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
#forgiveness
#kindness
#love #rose
#love #rose
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survivor?
Survivor?
The ex. president
of the US.
Jimmy Carter
God blessed him
with old age
Carried around
in a crate
sleeps with open
mouth all-day
emits silence
The ex. president
of the US.
Jimmy Carter
God blessed him
with old age
Carried around
in a crate
sleeps with open
mouth all-day
emits silence
#forest
#LifeCycle
#nature
#rose
#trees
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the obstacle
The obstacle
After the none violent revolution in Portugal
1972, as often happens in my life when something
unusual happens, I was there, not knowing I was
witnessing history
My ship came to unload cargo, but we ended
up staying for weeks, a revolution is too important
to be wasted by mere cargo
In the village where I later settled.
the new era brought a road, not a big road
but wide enough for a school bus
there was an aber, where the road ended
two olive trees blocked the road for further
expansion
The trees...
After the none violent revolution in Portugal
1972, as often happens in my life when something
unusual happens, I was there, not knowing I was
witnessing history
My ship came to unload cargo, but we ended
up staying for weeks, a revolution is too important
to be wasted by mere cargo
In the village where I later settled.
the new era brought a road, not a big road
but wide enough for a school bus
there was an aber, where the road ended
two olive trees blocked the road for further
expansion
The trees...
#flowers
#forest
#nature
#rose
#trees
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Invasive darlings
dandelions
tangled amidst the fescues
their roots tethered deep in the soils
sipping on the ruins of those before them
Flamboyant sociopaths
whittling away at the worth of our grasses
Charming the iris
to devalue the emerald carpet
lain at their feet
Putrid incense
collecting our breath as we dine on their musk
Attractive hues
bewitching the winged children
to feast on the tonic
spreading life whilst maintaining a ruse
Delicate dances
are the winds that part the glade
to wick the sun to their...
tangled amidst the fescues
their roots tethered deep in the soils
sipping on the ruins of those before them
Flamboyant sociopaths
whittling away at the worth of our grasses
Charming the iris
to devalue the emerald carpet
lain at their feet
Putrid incense
collecting our breath as we dine on their musk
Attractive hues
bewitching the winged children
to feast on the tonic
spreading life whilst maintaining a ruse
Delicate dances
are the winds that part the glade
to wick the sun to their...
#LifeCycle
#nature
#rose
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Somewhere In The Midst Of Time
SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA
The Present
Sephora gulped in a breath of air. She coughed violently to regain the rhythm of her breathing.
Palos patted Sephora on the back.
“Are you alright?”
“I...” She looked up. “Sir Pious.”
Who the fuck is this person you continue to refer me as?”
Sephora looked around. She realized she was in her bedroom.
“Sir Pious, I had an unusual dream.”
Palos stood. He was done with this crazy woman’s mumbling bullshit.
“You are a fucking...
The Present
Sephora gulped in a breath of air. She coughed violently to regain the rhythm of her breathing.
Palos patted Sephora on the back.
“Are you alright?”
“I...” She looked up. “Sir Pious.”
Who the fuck is this person you continue to refer me as?”
Sephora looked around. She realized she was in her bedroom.
“Sir Pious, I had an unusual dream.”
Palos stood. He was done with this crazy woman’s mumbling bullshit.
“You are a fucking...
#nostalgia
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove #rose
#ForbiddenLove #rose
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Say it louder for the crowd in the back
"Could you repeat that, sir?"
I jot scribbles onto my notepad.
Yellow pages are wrinkled and faded.
I'll work with what I've got.
"Yeah," he says coolly.
"A rose. You'll see one and be reminded of me."
With that said, the man proceeds to walk out.
He's flanked by two armed guards.
"Well, I guess I got something out of the guy."
I sit and reflect; he said the same thing to that woman.
Maybe under better circumstances, but the same thing.
May she rest in peace.
...
I jot scribbles onto my notepad.
Yellow pages are wrinkled and faded.
I'll work with what I've got.
"Yeah," he says coolly.
"A rose. You'll see one and be reminded of me."
With that said, the man proceeds to walk out.
He's flanked by two armed guards.
"Well, I guess I got something out of the guy."
I sit and reflect; he said the same thing to that woman.
Maybe under better circumstances, but the same thing.
May she rest in peace.
...
#rose
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Rose...Victim of silent rejection..!
It remain quiet
after being
abandoned
by someone
I have seen it
becoming the
beauty of someone's hair
becoming
a witness of love
shivering in the sheets
in quiet nights
and buried in the book
n yaaa I have seen it
fall in love with words
n I have seen the words
cry when that rose
is thrown away from the book...
after being
abandoned
by someone
I have seen it
becoming the
beauty of someone's hair
becoming
a witness of love
shivering in the sheets
in quiet nights
and buried in the book
n yaaa I have seen it
fall in love with words
n I have seen the words
cry when that rose
is thrown away from the book...
#love
#rose
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I am the Rose
My body is filled with roses
cut me and you will see
touch a drop of my blood
the color of red roses it will be.
For each drop that you touch
a rose will form in your hand
rose petals as red as blood
for a red rose is what I am.
cut me and you will see
touch a drop of my blood
the color of red roses it will be.
For each drop that you touch
a rose will form in your hand
rose petals as red as blood
for a red rose is what I am.
#dark
#flowers
#rose #WritingPoetry
#rose #WritingPoetry
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Nature Sings
Red roses of trellis and nightingales
mellow in yellow as they sing pretty songs
softly performing during mid mourning flings
as far off bells ring ding-a-ling-ling
echoing over mountains of emerald green
through vast skies a melody as if in a sweet dream
while butterflies flutter their beautiful wings
and bees buzz around large meadows of wild thistle weed
the hummingbirds fly high towards the heavens humming along
red roses of trellis and nightingales in yellow sing pretty songs.
mellow in yellow as they sing pretty songs
softly performing during mid mourning flings
as far off bells ring ding-a-ling-ling
echoing over mountains of emerald green
through vast skies a melody as if in a sweet dream
while butterflies flutter their beautiful wings
and bees buzz around large meadows of wild thistle weed
the hummingbirds fly high towards the heavens humming along
red roses of trellis and nightingales in yellow sing pretty songs.
#rose
#birds
#nature
#music
#WritingPoetry
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a big island
the Big Island
It is a big island about the size of France, for a long time this island has been asleep so peaceful lemurs jumped along the jungle floor to reach the next tree, before
trophy hunters came together with missionaries and the people looking for gold.
Madagascar was once part of a supercontinent bigger
than Russia, called Gondwana where the inhabitants spoke 4 languages which was needed when traveling
through a landmass that had lakes the size of the Mediterranean Sea.
For a long time, South Gondwana was like Florida a place for the rich and...
It is a big island about the size of France, for a long time this island has been asleep so peaceful lemurs jumped along the jungle floor to reach the next tree, before
trophy hunters came together with missionaries and the people looking for gold.
Madagascar was once part of a supercontinent bigger
than Russia, called Gondwana where the inhabitants spoke 4 languages which was needed when traveling
through a landmass that had lakes the size of the Mediterranean Sea.
For a long time, South Gondwana was like Florida a place for the rich and...
#forest
#flowers
#rose
#nature
#LifeCycle
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Deadly rose
Deadly rose
Look art your bloom
Standing tall and bright
So elegant and curvy
Such beauty delight
You draw me in
Devils delight
With a touch you turn
yellow and white
With a hiss you strike with might
As I react to your betrail
I gasp for air with
a paralysising feeling
As I fell you lay me down softly
Deadly rose such beauty
As water rolls down your petals
Like a tears coming down a cheek
I feel no pain from your deceit
I've feel in love with a rose so beautiful
With a venemous delight. ...
Look art your bloom
Standing tall and bright
So elegant and curvy
Such beauty delight
You draw me in
Devils delight
With a touch you turn
yellow and white
With a hiss you strike with might
As I react to your betrail
I gasp for air with
a paralysising feeling
As I fell you lay me down softly
Deadly rose such beauty
As water rolls down your petals
Like a tears coming down a cheek
I feel no pain from your deceit
I've feel in love with a rose so beautiful
With a venemous delight. ...
#love
#betrayal
#rose
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the end?
The end?
As Spanish bluebells chime
The world has gone silent
A finger hangs over a button
Vacillates.
As Spanish bluebells chime
The world has gone silent
A finger hangs over a button
Vacillates.
#forest
#flowers
#rose
#nature
#LifeCycle
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