roses
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Sunset flower
scarlet rose
scent of Summer
in sharpened velvet
Bees within you
breeze without
scatters petals
on the ground
Rose to blossom
Flower to seed
Seed to shoot
like roses and diamonds
we flip but never flop
even if we slip off
eventually,
we wont fall off
roses are tossed around by wind
but firm is there root
Les roses, les fleurs et les bouquets
L’amour, l’honneur, le respect et la paix
Les vers, les poèmes et la littérature
Stormy clouds are traveling through your heartAnd bitter grudges are ruining your happinessHate destroys and love builds everything whichIs beautiful. Get a grip on yourself while the midday sun
Dressed like Saturn,
Girdled by those cosmic belts
She asks me, darling,
What's your favorite planet?
The Roses in his Garden as red as the blood, as pretty as him, as Withered as him, both seen as Flawless.
my lungs bloom with tulips,
vines entangle my throat.
the roses are deeprooted
and the petals seem to float.
Sculpted hammer of divinity comes down, and
My skull is cracked and leaking
Adorned by a veil of mourning glories in full bloom
Laced, tethered stems joining at the base
Soft gentle petals hugging
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
I remember one night
As we walked hand in hand
A rose secretly clutched in your sweaty palm
The wind frolicking through your locks
And mine swiftly gone upon the winds of love
My right-side brain's growing fowers,
my lungs are sprouting roots.
My heart's a dripping beehive,
its sweetness all for you.
So wrap it all up in paper,
send a burnt offering to the sky.
Our last dying rose
The thorns that hold the grace but
Love knows no way to survive because
Her lips were red like she had been drinking all the poisonousness of this world or the blood of dead roses.
Her eyes had a color of regret maybe because she had been thinking and wondering the deepest rooms of her soul,
There was a rose that stood out from all the red ravishing ones.
This one bloomed too early onto the sacred ground of Mother Nature's beautiful creation,
The red petals
Remind of blood
Which is
What they will draw
When someone
Dares to come
Too close
Beautiful souls
Always have
The sharpest thorns
To protect
The figures of stone watch over us with vigilance.
The songbirds sing our praises in their molto vivace.
The wildflowers form a carpet underneath our feet.
What I would give for you to hold me in your arms.
What I would give to be with you another day.
You know, it's tough now, living here without you.
But I'm okay. Yeah, I'm okay.
wilted rose
in a garden of madness,
passing your days
as an outcast-
with no burden to
bare
with shame you hang
To Love:
You are so enchanting.
A blooming rose bush.
You have so many flowers.
So wonderfully fragrant.
You are so vivid.
when the heat wave strikes, do not moveit is better to become transparent and allow it to go through youholding onto suffering will only cause more pain either way when something is too cold or too hot it burns
im a rose
with thorns
if you touch me roughly
ill hurt you
if you touch me gently
ill love you
You swore to never hurt me
or butcher me;
Only to love,
and to hold;
But your bruises lay
on my arms:
And your marks
on my neck;
That’s not love
anymore.
every year for as long as i can remember
my mom has tried to grow a rose bush.
key word tried.
The rose that is weak and witheredIt falls and sulks and shrinksAfter rain, it drags itself to the sunAnd the rose flourishes vibrantly The rose that returns every yearIt has been through dark, harsh weatherIt survives the many beasts who try to
You bring me blue roses,
at the end of every day.
And that blue smile you carry,
will never fade away.
Always showering me with,
blue hugs and blue kisses.
But when we depart,
Roses are red ,
Violets are blue
If you were my girlfriend then I'll do anything to stay with you.
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I need Scholarship Money
Or else I'll end up in the streets with a 6 million dollar debt that not even the President can save me from.
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Darling (D E T A C H)I’m relievedit’s me craving youinstead of the otherway around.Unlike live lamenting roses,plastic petals never wear or tear -I am the neverfailing buttress system.
What it must be like to be untouched and unbruised.
To be treated with such respect, honor,
To be be held with such belief.
I lay in a bed of rose flowers.
The thorns pricked
My thighs
blood trickled down
My sides
Into the forever decaying soil
Pricked fingers
crimson gushing
I was named after a rose
Have you ever sat there,
In the ice rain to watch
The droplets crash into the barren ground?
The destruction of their perfect form,
Beautiful and sad.
Have you ever sat there
The sweetest kiss of twilightA crimson rose or threeLost in the moment loveA moment with out theeIs no moment at all The tender kiss of yours dearA crimson rose or twoLost in the moment love
Roses are not red, they’re internal colors that blend together,
it is our naked eye that misguides us.
Something so natural, untouched yet so beautiful and breathtaking.
You always told me I reminded you of red roses
And suddenly I’m nine years old
Dirtying my favorite white dress in a garden I’d sneak out to
Picking petals off of sunflowers
I am...
The girl who saw the truth too early,
when I should not have glimpsed.
Like the tempted Eve I cast aside my Eden,
and have been expelled from the garden of roses.
I sit in the white porcelain, writing.
I allow red to drip, making roses on the snowy surface
I feel:
Relief. As if every weight I have ever felt has been lifted.
Mommy, Daddy, this is not your fault.
ROSES are dead.
VIOLETS are dead.
EVERYTHING is dead.
DEAD dead dead.
Roses are red
violets are blue
this poem isn't original
it's not intended too
Violets are blue
roses are red
keep reading on
but only in your head
roses are red
Everything beautiful is either immensely frail or immensely strong.
Memories, frozen in time, lasting one second. Lasting a thousand seconds. They are beautiful because they are so fleeting in our minds.
Once upon a tombstone,
There lay a single white rose.
Of whom a stranger left,
Many years ago.
But this rose was quite odd,
She smelled like wet roses
With the weight of her words
Heavier than golden kisses.
In a pocket full of ashes,
We danced naked in vineyards.
She smelled like wet roses.
The ground is barren. the sky, a morning grey
Two roses stand together in the silent day
One is satin black the other crimson red
No one can see them but the dead
They appear when the fighting is gone
Roses fall into the water
Plick
Plick
Plick
Plick
Their petals grow heavier as water rushes to get on to them
Slowly Silently
Petal by petal
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,
I prick my finger on a single thorn,
And watch the blood fall to the floor,
Eyes... The color of forget-me-not blue
my heart is staying pure and true.
Through days of darker light...
I will die.
Young perhaps
I will be put in a coffin
The color of coal
With a rainbow on top
I will be beautiful
Surrounded by fine silk
With the smell of roses
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
Another petal hits the floor
what do you want my innocence my pride
the walk is no longer the same, the smile is all pain
daytime is his savior cause the monsters never came
The Red Queen
wanted red roses.
The roses were whte,
so the cards painted them red.
Red roses
a common symbol of love.
I paint roses everyday
for you.
They aren't red,
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Theres noone in this world,
Id rather be with than you,
Counting the petals,
I love you, i love you not,
Counting and counting,
Connecting the dots,
It is a flower's dream
To be picked and given away.
Be it to...
A fair maiden,
A child who still believes in princes and fairytales,
A watchful and caring mother,
Red, Red is the color of the blood in my body
Red is the color of my love
my love for you is impeccable
its unimaginable my love for you is
Red.
Red is the color of all that is right all that is perfect
I do nothing but awkwardly glare
at a man who cannot stare,
as his rough fingers roam freely
in this blind man’s attempt to see me.
His fingers trace my nose
and I nervously curl my toes.
I was on a stroll, when I took a glimpse
Of a garden in a man’s home.
Petals, leaves, vines were behind the fences
Fragrances, shaped, colors invaded my senses,
Girls represent roses.
They need time, patience, and love to grow.
Girls should stay away from weeds
That hide their beauty.
Broken promises left in the open
The stench of nicotine and dried up roses
Clouded vision by the smoke
Don't think, don't think, don't speak
Cold air filling a dried throat
Whispered screams in the sheets
someone once said roses are red,
violets are blue,
but I say oranges are orange and,
blueberries are blue,
because orange and blue are complementary colors,
they go together like no other,
A Rose should be delicate And sweet As a little white dove Pure As the ringing of bells to the ear Mysterious as the lily of the night, Of dark prevailing places where candles shine bright A Rose shou
Man's Greatest LessonYet to learnCan be foundIn the rose's thorn;
Which teaches usQuite simply"Just look,And leave me be.
You could be the most beautiful rose in the garden
but a florist could still prefer daisies
So don't bend your stem
if you weren't picked for the bouquet
Because for every year
there is a Valentine's day
our Love is like a rose.
Beautiful to the eye,
And deadly to touch.
Feeding off of words so lovely and sweet.
Thriving off of passion and feelings so deep.
Cast away upon the island,
Washed up onto the shore,
The message inside the bottle,
The one you threw before.
It started as, “roses are red,
And violets blue,
Nothing is better
Than being with you”
She lays back
her head on the gurney
we hold our breath
as she takes this journey
doctors surround
there is no sound
as she's wheeled away
then her mother breaks down
(poems go here) This morning the rose settled
on a dead pine, distinguished
with the color of smoke.
Remember the red fire.
