Rose Poems
#rose
Rose poems, here you'll find poetry about roses, a symbol of delicate beauty, tainted innocence and immortal love. Nature and symbolic poetry about roses, from a fragile petal to a sharp prick from a thorn. White roses symbolise purity, red roses passion and love and a black rose is associated with gothic beauty and death.
SkullnXbone hand
(Introduction)
such a wing of beauty
laid in the palm of the underworld
papilio ulysses
on a skullncrossbone hand
she flew to
the hollow of its eyes
inflamed the green fibres
of a once before winter storyland
lifted its arm to release her
onto grey discourse
weeping the clouds
aggregating carnality
alkaline with kind
diffuse rains down
upon all of the damned
she raised purple and blue roses
blessed the black with true sentiment
the way that a skeleton could never understand
….he...
such a wing of beauty
laid in the palm of the underworld
papilio ulysses
on a skullncrossbone hand
she flew to
the hollow of its eyes
inflamed the green fibres
of a once before winter storyland
lifted its arm to release her
onto grey discourse
weeping the clouds
aggregating carnality
alkaline with kind
diffuse rains down
upon all of the damned
she raised purple and blue roses
blessed the black with true sentiment
the way that a skeleton could never understand
….he...
#dark
#beauty
#gothic
#rose
#separation
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lament
poems of innocence
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living.—CAB
5.
lament
“My life is part humor, part roses, part thorns.”—Bret Michaels
thou art so red
upon thy bed ...
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living.—CAB
5.
lament
“My life is part humor, part roses, part thorns.”—Bret Michaels
thou art so red
upon thy bed ...
#grief
#death
#flowers
#rose
#nature
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The Act Of Engaging The Devil (The Covenant Part II Of II)
Cannot sit on daddy’s lap now if that’s all you did, therefore, squandering the elements is such a trifle
Anger is the lesser perfection of anyone’s emotions when a person cannot deal with life
When mental lashes felt from the winds coat you in its hideous strife
Wake up the world and feel the feat
As one mind and the benediction of mine on the frontline as we come to greet
In the truth as someone once said, when words are casted aside
May the creed of immorality walk away with the reverence of...
Anger is the lesser perfection of anyone’s emotions when a person cannot deal with life
When mental lashes felt from the winds coat you in its hideous strife
Wake up the world and feel the feat
As one mind and the benediction of mine on the frontline as we come to greet
In the truth as someone once said, when words are casted aside
May the creed of immorality walk away with the reverence of...
#rose
#TruthOfLife
#honesty #culture
#honesty #culture
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Stoker stoking the Fire - #2
……and there she was
innocent handmaiden
bending consciously over
picking graveside roses
extracting the aroma of each one
through her sweet nostrils
becoming more beautified each time
how I wanted to be in her hands at that moment
all these sensations travelled through me
from places I know not where
something I never felt before
alien to my designs
contradicting every baneful indoctrination
how can the undead
be touched by such a thing of sanctity?
fairer than what she plucks out of the ground
then carefully...
innocent handmaiden
bending consciously over
picking graveside roses
extracting the aroma of each one
through her sweet nostrils
becoming more beautified each time
how I wanted to be in her hands at that moment
all these sensations travelled through me
from places I know not where
something I never felt before
alien to my designs
contradicting every baneful indoctrination
how can the undead
be touched by such a thing of sanctity?
fairer than what she plucks out of the ground
then carefully...
#beauty
#evil
#rose
#vampires
#graveyard
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Wings of Night2
instinctive
Vamp-pressing
Phoenician petals
eyes heavy with lustre
painting
Imperial firmament
igniting empyrean
winged Crux
floating firebrands
carving
pneumatic chromatic skies
Vamp-pressing
Phoenician petals
eyes heavy with lustre
painting
Imperial firmament
igniting empyrean
winged Crux
floating firebrands
carving
pneumatic chromatic skies
#rose
#night
#fire
#vampires
#passion
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Thoughts From A Rose
My daggers beckon
a cunning line of defense
~
Is your blood worthy?
a cunning line of defense
~
Is your blood worthy?
#rose
#haiku
#metaphor #SelfWorth
#metaphor #SelfWorth
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Wolves bring Frozen Roses in the peak of Winter - part1
the wolf wandered
thru the grey of dusk
emergent from a forest
beset with landridden snow
and drifted with each fall
searching for his Vampress
gripping the frozen stem
between his teeth
the lifeless body
of a blood-purple rose
bruised and frostbitten
by the empire of winter
yet as the ice melted
into his mouth
she became more alive
and he more undead
then shivered
as he had to press it on
and preserve from
fates' duality
and find her
for she could not return ...
thru the grey of dusk
emergent from a forest
beset with landridden snow
and drifted with each fall
searching for his Vampress
gripping the frozen stem
between his teeth
the lifeless body
of a blood-purple rose
bruised and frostbitten
by the empire of winter
yet as the ice melted
into his mouth
she became more alive
and he more undead
then shivered
as he had to press it on
and preserve from
fates' duality
and find her
for she could not return ...
#rose
#snow
#vampires
#UnrequitedLove
#werewolves
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rainbow alliance
Rainbow alliance
On a barbed wire fence between Chile and Argentine
hangs thousands of plastic bags, some of the bags from top shops
London, New York, Paris and Bonn.
Here are Japanese, Swedish bags, Arabic bags, and occasionally
bags from North Korea.
The fence between the two countries is an international garbage
collector, it is also an eerily beautiful place like a sad rainbow
overshadowed by neon light.
There used to be skeletons here that also had broken bones
as dropped from planes; the corpses have been removed, but if
you...
On a barbed wire fence between Chile and Argentine
hangs thousands of plastic bags, some of the bags from top shops
London, New York, Paris and Bonn.
Here are Japanese, Swedish bags, Arabic bags, and occasionally
bags from North Korea.
The fence between the two countries is an international garbage
collector, it is also an eerily beautiful place like a sad rainbow
overshadowed by neon light.
There used to be skeletons here that also had broken bones
as dropped from planes; the corpses have been removed, but if
you...
#forest
#trees
#flowers
#rose
#nature
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Wings of Night1
wings of night
orbiting blue flames
emergent blood
crimson desire
coagulates
deep in her wood
reopening
azurean rose
that once was bereft
of emotional rain
orbiting blue flames
emergent blood
crimson desire
coagulates
deep in her wood
reopening
azurean rose
that once was bereft
of emotional rain
#lust
#rose
#night
#vampires
#passion
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Work of art

#lust
#dreams
#rose #sexy
#rose #sexy
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Rosewater
All day long
it rained
on the roses
it rained
on the roses
all day,
I listened a
moment
to the fresh beauty
passing
in perfumed brilliance
I heard
the rose say,
where
fell
footfalls
of masters
I broke
again open
and the roses
never minded the rain.
All day long
it rained
on the roses
it rained
on the roses
all day.
it rained
on the roses
it rained
on the roses
all day,
I listened a
moment
to the fresh beauty
passing
in perfumed brilliance
I heard
the rose say,
where
fell
footfalls
of masters
I broke
again open
and the roses
never minded the rain.
All day long
it rained
on the roses
it rained
on the roses
all day.
#rose
#water
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Wild Black Rose
If I were a dungeon
Up from the stony ground
Wild black roses
Would grow for you to take
If I were a resident
Ghost from the ages
I would haunt you with dreams
Of infernal love affairs
If I were a vampire
I'd give you the life-blood
Of souls that have fallen
Under my darkened skies
And if I were a werewolf
I'd bring you a black rose
Then place it beside you
And watch you with my night-eyes
Maiden, Maiden,
let down your hair
The darkness embraces your
Fragrance in the air ...
Up from the stony ground
Wild black roses
Would grow for you to take
If I were a resident
Ghost from the ages
I would haunt you with dreams
Of infernal love affairs
If I were a vampire
I'd give you the life-blood
Of souls that have fallen
Under my darkened skies
And if I were a werewolf
I'd bring you a black rose
Then place it beside you
And watch you with my night-eyes
Maiden, Maiden,
let down your hair
The darkness embraces your
Fragrance in the air ...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#rose
#Romanticism
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