Rose
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In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose, a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose. Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace, a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace. Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare, in your gen
" MOON LIGHT" 🥀🥀
We living as stars . ✨ But only we don't fall, all night ball, like stars ✨ we own all night under the moon 🎑
light, charging my Star light. I wanna shine bright .
Plus que tu me méprises
Plus que tu me dis des bêtises
Plus que tu m’abuses
Plus que tu fais des ruses
Plus que tu me maudis
And after all, all these, my love
I adore you and will always love you, my dove
After so much hubbub and confusion
Eyes like sparkling diamond seas
Reflecting the light from my stars
Shining beams of admiration
Or curiosity
Shine on my cheeks in the dimly lit auditorium of this moment
Feel the warmth of my love
The rose of yellowis a quite dashing fellowwearing a golden velvet tux
his morning hellosounding majestically cellosinging he loves you much
A rose
Beautiful, with sharp prickly points
Viewed from any angle, it is still a rose
From an optimist's perspective,
A wonderful bloom of color
From a pessimist's eyes,
A withered, flowerless vine,
Unspoken, unidentified tragedies ...
I wonder if bad news and devastation are better delivered
With the merciless blow, like finding out you'll die just before Christmas
I can be the dyed rose petals scattered on your bed
Whispering of love's lost chances, piercing veins instead
Now we've scattered too, like them, who've long since lost their voice
with beautiful words, we glow
like water makes a plant grow.
with a little mistake,
we're forever scarred,
like that flower in your backyard,
exhausted, worn out, dull.
when we can no longer take
I celebrate peace with a white petaled rose,
As the woes of a long war begins close.
Though the principle I did not opposed.
Singing and dancing and ridding my horse,
There was a lot of roses in my garden,
I kept my garden with hardcore care,
Lots of roses blossomed in my garden,
Beautiful Red Roses,Yello Roses,White Roses,…
one day a visitor arrived to visit my garden,
you love me.you love me.you love me?
love is a broken boomerangheavy from despiratation.and of course it would be,what could possibly reach my expectations?
All the plants have died
Even the final rose
The leaves are falling more and more
As the wind blows
The mornings darker
The days quicker
The wind blows harder
The lights flicker
At the dawn of creation, as the gods formed a hundred million galaxies, there also formed with them our blazing and bold sun.
This newly formed orb began to rise from the horizon line of our Earth,
Red lips
take a sip of the evening's wine.
Heavily coated lashes gazed upon her victim.
A man of 5'7", broad shoulders, able to scare any other man with a certain gaze.
Red lips
take a sip of the evening's wine.
Heavily coated lashes gazed upon her victim.
A man of 5'7", broad shoulders, able to scare any other man with a certain gaze.
I wait, I listen
For my heart is a new
As it whistles and glistens
My mind occupied
And I try to deny
That a rose in blooming
Is a bud's undoing
But I have yet to learn
The children run and play in a dark world.
The smoke infiltrates our lungs: fits of coughing interrupt their play.
They play in a dead world, putting on a show for those half-alive.
I hold a flower in my hand
It's been with me since I was born
Delicate to the eye, soft to the touch
Perfect, taintless, lily white
As I run and as I play
I try to keep my flower clean
Love. The latest love resembles the wilting flowers in the garden. Once blossomed, alive, an. Blissful. Now it's a old stale memory; lost in the backseat of my mind. How lovely at the thought of a rose. A Blood red rose. Not just any rose.
Rose petals wrap against each other in
their whispered secrets; too scared to reveal
the charms they own. Masks are not ever real.
I see it there, a beautiful rose,
though now only a tiny green bud shows.
It will slowly blossom into an elegant flower,
that represents love on the midnight hour.
It’s lovely petals so delicate and thin,
If there was a time in my life where I said I hated you
I lied
If there was a time where I said you didn’t mean anything to me
I lied
If there was a time when I said I didn’t need you
I lied
I bare to you a rose
A symbol to overcome the foes
The rose is damaged and worn
I protected it for you, even though I ended torn
Oh look how the rose withers.
Oh look how the petals fall.
With time it begins to shrivel,
Till time fine’ly makes its call.
You're my little Rose
But you've changed, Rose
Everything you were, Rose
Just isn't there anymore, Rose
And I just wish, Rose
That you came to me, Rose
Instead you kept it in, Rose
To the rose with tears in her petals.
Who wilts every morning as the suns rays illuminate her wounds
Who’s roots dig deep but were grown too thin to drink in life
Dear rose,
A hero that carries us all—
Willing to caress us with a tender heart.
Your sweet embrace is what holds lost pieces together.
The Valley of the Rose.
A dreary cold and time forgot
Winter wonders the sky does dot
Silver flakes of falling snow
Rings above the ground below
The darkened stones worn with time
That bear the name that once was mine
Have you ever heard the story about the rose that grew from concrete
The one that everyone thought its growth would be obsolete
The one everyone thought would wither and die
Dear Gardner,
Water swam along my leaves,
Rays of Sun like scorching flames shined on me,
You placed me by your favorite window,
I want life to become
The fire red rose
gleaming in my eyes
Awaiting my strength & courage
to reach out and touch it.
I don't know what it is,
I feel in my heart
Merry Christmas my sweet.
I’ve written you a few poems, but the list will grow,
for how can one not share this intense sensation burning inside when it’s brighter than anything else?
You know what I see?
I can see a beautiful, invincible, perfect, radiant, sweet princess.
Why can’t you see?
It’s right there, quite plainly.
You just need to open your eyes.
I’m so glad I found you
Do you know why we found each other?
It was destiny
Long ago
When we were still stars
We touched
Gently and lovingly
And we were separated
Nobody dares travel these rough and rarely tread roads,
but I follow them because I know where they lead.
Deep in a forest overgrown with trees
shrouded in darkness with rocks all about,
but can you see?
Rose, a lively rose.
My life is like a red rose,
Each petal is a special part,
Making up a picture.
Every petal that falls is something that cannot be forgoten.
Every few years a petal is lost.
“What a beautiful rose”
I whisper to nobody and grab the stem with my bare hands.
The thorns dig into my skin.
Red scarlet love drips to the ground.
I squeeze harder, smelling the sweet flowery scent.
Do you ever
Stop
To think of the characteristics
In a red rose flower?
Beautiful
Palette of reds
Silk Petals
Positive phototaxis
To the wondrous scent.
When the pencil shade is lighter
an the sun glares brighter
I find myself struggling with prose
yet the world turns cold
and soon my verses will grow old
I must always have my blue rose
At first, I thought I was born to do this.
It took a while to realize
that mole was not, in fact, just a mole.
“I love you,” she said, as the last petal
Floated to the ground.
But those three words
Weren’t murmured in time.
In time…
To save the beast.
To save the servants.
To help anyone.
Once upon a time, there was a bird who spoke of love
My nightingale believed in love, this magic she spoke of
Knowledge and philosophy is my true power
The queen did love red,
and so red she wore.
There was red in her kitchen,
her bathroom, the floor.
She prized her red glasses
she always kept close,
for they made what she saw
She could have asked for anything: Diamonds,Dresses,Dainty Delicacies. But she knew None of those things mattered.She had all she needed:A father's love,A mother's memory,Her beloved books. But there was one thing she wanted,Something so fleeting,
i may as well be a dead roseno one dares to water or revive just to throw out with this weeks disasters and garbage my thorns are fighting those who try to stop me but they aren't strong enough to keep me alive. they may protect me but they can ne
just breath,
don't suffocate
let the amber rose
cover the cell
let the night
speak to you,
to your soul
let me breath
you in, I'll show
you art, her
tips are orchid
You keep your head down,from having no friends.Or that's what other people tell you.Since everything you touch turns black and grey,No one ever confronts you. But there's still hope,One day you will find someone that cannever turn on you.Like the
Oh Rose of the Battlefield
Your innocence is seen a victimization
The demons belittle you
"God loves all" The scripture might say this
But you feel like you've been curse since genesis
Oh Rose of the Battlefield
I remember long ago
when when every summer day
you would give me a yellow rose before we played
I remember long ago
when fall was on the rise
you would come to school, with dew drops on your eyes
Thorns reside on a crown where roses once grew
Spiraling outward towards the heavens
with the arrival of spring
It’s winter now.
What was once a fiery bush of life
To dam water that flows
to a withering rose
is a sin.
To release a flood
to a drenched shrub
is a sin.
For both will die
whether wet or dry.
Though the mystery
White as snow,
The beautiful rose.
So fragile its petal,
Hiding the thorns.
The thorns that it hates,
For it ruins its beauty.
It ruins its purity.
Among the red roses
She belongs not.
There once was a rose made out of concrete
Becuase concrete is where it grows
Its petals frozen solid
By the ice, the wind, and snow
Though it is beautiful on the outside
Its true colors will never show
I’m the ugly brambly bush
I sit in the dead field
With all the dead grass
I’m surrounded by weeds
And no gardener dare tend me
Abigail Rose blooms as she strides along-
Her efflorescence is in lush language.
When she spake, emeralds fall from her tongue-
King Midas admires the foliage.
I am Rose
I am the light that brightens the day
I am the one who lives in a backyard
I am the one who is in need of care and love
I am the one that's very sensitive
I am Rose
Red rose:Simple and yet majesticRestricted inside her gardenHer mother made sure she's protectedBeautiful yet deceptiveEntice you with her visualsThen prick you when you neglect
Like a dark rose
In the center
Of the universe
He blooms.
A fire,
So rare,
Only he
Could ignite it.
I am sincerely,
Truly
Captivated by
The sight of him.
christ chose to lift her at this time,
"To die is better than to live,"
is written in the Book of Life.
You have had too much hope
Inside your soul
And when you wake up
With blood streaming down
Your legs
And tears
Falling down your face
The first person you want to curl into
What does it mean
to see a rose growing
Strong
in the garden
Radiating
with such potential
It means
Confidence
a word so overlooked
yet, holds much more
Meaning.
they don't see the darkness
hugging you in an icy embrace
they see warmth radiating
onto your lashes
onto your skin
some even comes from your heart within
and maybe
just maybe
The irony of cold
Yet leaves still grow
The eyes in the sky keep on starring deeply into your signs
What more can it be?
Yet thy truthful growth of oneself turns away
Dedicated to a dear friend named Sandra Hong, whose life was tragically lost and taken away from us too soon in October 2013.
I'm sure most of us are familiar with the term 'Ladies First'. Eve took some and ate, ladies first huh?
To think such beauty could emerge from the dirt
To think she could withstand being tread upon
To endure the mental and physical hurt
No, this is not the treatment she chose
To be treated like a weed
Yield not sincere vulnerability
Like the thorns on a rose doth separate
Underneath lies thine past adversity
Still the petals will fall for ‘tis their fate
And expose the beautiful irony,
To question my sexuality
To question everything that I once knew
That I was remotely sure about
That's hard
For Her though
thats has to be the easiest choice I
could make
To question my sexuality
To question everything that I once knew
That I was remotely sure about
That's hard
For Her though
thats has to be the easiest choice I
could make
Heart beats
extra two beats
every time I see her face,
She a goddess,
Not just being moddest,
Mouth drops fifteen inches
even when I'm fifteen inches away
Vernal and cheerless,
juvenile and morose,
thrown into the world,
a beautiful black rose.
It's hard to gather rosebuds with a dreadful fear of thorns;It's hard to share one's fondness with a fear of lover's scorn.So as one gathers rosebuds with a thick and rugged glove,
Crystalize the memory & synchronize your chemical scheme, as the city underground travels through the blood stream
..of the young, the rich the old and poor..and the faces of the familiar across the crooked corridoors.
There once was a rose
Attactive and sweet
She reached to pluck the fragrant bud
Only to be pricked with it's thorns
Even though you were my whole garden, I was merely a rose in yours
At first, I thought flowers were beautiful
Why must
you make me suffer?
One error and I am faulty?
Why do you uproot my regret
and prevent me from my blossom?
Even the most delicate rose
has its thorns, and you still
What a beautiful rose you are!
How I wish to pluck you so!
But those thorns will just leave scars,
A reminder of the painful woes.
My rose your scent is so sweet,
Oh beautiful Rose that grows within the wasteland I see,
Why oh why I wonder,
Have you choosen to grow beside me,
What serenity I see and ponder,
Makes me believe you've lost your way amongst the lower fodder,
The Beauty means Love
The Color of Blood
For A Brilliant Bloom
The Deepset Red of All
To Girls it's a Treasure
To Boys it Could be
Nether More Than Any other Bloom
So the Beauty Means
Forgive me for being completely
oblivious to your existence
Its just the short time we spent
together wasn't the most
memorable
True, your crimson flowers
rose scented tea
wafting from the cup
placed so gently
on the maple table top
porcelain pot
and sloping sides
of a gentry type
delicate and prim
the amber brown
and tinted gold
A rose
For you, my dear
Not because you need one
But because you deserve one
Not from me
From one less selfish than I
I see you only as you pass
I know you not
Your brow is furrowed
The petals of a flower
Glow softest red in hue,
Below thorns pierce the hand.
Blood is rosy too.
To one who darest contend mortal fate
Woe are my grev’ous sins before the fire
The screams of my vexed soul doth not abate
Leaving me forever trapped in the mire
What it is life but a rose?
A simple flower, filled with beauty and a deep connection.
A brilliant red, a vibrant white, a hue oh so bright.
What is life, but a silly flower.
A rose is a delicate being. It foils at the touch of one finger. It has a radiant screening. It makes one want to linger. Is love like a rose? Should it be touched or messed upon? Love is on the tip of one's nose.
The light blurs out any sensation you sense
Your clothes are stained, but you wait in suspense
The picture frame is tilted agains the wall
It never bothered me, for imperfetion is beauty after all
A suffering rose,
abandoned there,
on a lonely windowpane,
not sparing a stare.
Looks up at the sky,
as a lost cause,
nowhere to go,
no place to pause.
Weeping quietly,
Dying White Rose
A beautiful white rose
with petals so bright.
She clings to the ground
hoping for life.
She's short of air;
She can not breathe;
This is my first time putting my stuff out there. Wrote this when i was 14- 15. thanks.
red rose, red rose, oh what, do you say?
For alas and alack... He took my life away.
On the lofty, grassy hill I stand
Facing toward the eastern dawning light
Slowly rising, lighting the damp land
Silence broken by the fowl of no flight
On the lofty, grassy hill I stand
Facing toward the eastern dawning light
Slowly rising, lighting the damp land
Silence broken by the fowl of no flight
Tepid drops of water leak from the top
Of a desolate deserted well
Catching bits of sunlight as they trickle down.
Amid the sands of grief at the bottom,
Young woman…you are a rose and no other flower.
I am sick and tired of seeing dandelions in my garden,giving their seed to any wind that blows in the mist,
Love lost like rain in the summer
gone to lands elsewhere.
The land must survive without it,
living off the fake rains of the garden hose.
Sweltering summer heat brings remembrance of spring,
A Rose Amongst Antlers
Born to a loving family in late May,
The baby blossomed in laughter and play
You’d notice he was edgy in spirit, but kind in heart
A brush of his plumps makes thy drown in thought.
Savoring sweets off thy flesh though aren't dame.
Melting in cold hands one's soul does not rot.
Embracing, peering at movement in frame.
White rose,
Do you ever tire of your beauty?
I see all the other flowers,
Bloom in jealousy.
Frankly, it’s not your thorns I avoid,
When you hug me.
A girl with a silent struggle
Words caught in her throat
Carefully blended in
Edges too blurred
Easily missed.
Someone with a name
But a name of no distinction.
“What’s in a name?
I see a rose of color red,
an ornament for the dead.
It covers thy coffin
and says what's unsaid.
I see it lying on my grave,
my tombstone of memories-
full of happiness and rage.
Decimated by mother nature's lack of repentance,
a pallid environment ensures,
men wizened to the bone-
their loved ones calling for their souls
and becoming seemingly ethereal
There once was a rose.
She was the most beautiful rose I've ever seen,
But, one by one, her petals began to fall.
The first one fell from lying to the world
And lying to herself
Why is the rose so beautiful?
In life and death.
It glistens, frosted by the morning tears
that gently fall away,
to die?
Or do they help start life
down deep in the roots of thought.
I sit here contemplating my future. The unknown factors intensify my fear of defeat. Like an infant I scream through frustration of the lack of understanding of those around me. Not able to communicate. Not able to assist me. Helpless I am.
There's a garden
Grown by the Devil's reapers
And they plant souls
Of all earth's little creatures
They'll give you the peace
You wouldn't find in any preacher
her garden flourished
flowers of every kind
in every color imaginable
she took good care of her garden
kept the weeds away
never let any thorns grow
It's like a rose blossoming in my chest,
Sometimes the thorns hurt or keep me away
But the caress of the petals on my skin still send electricity through my core,
Only you could ever do that to me.
