Poetry Blogs (roses)
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Pruned, miniature, shrub, bush or tree
climbing, rambling, wild, growing free
A natural beauty, with a heavenly bouquet
a gift of celebration for that special day
A silent token, that can represent so much
petals like velvet, soft and gentle to touch
Each colour signifies its own special meaning
a show of emotion and how we are feeling
Romantic red, a passionate l...
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 12:04 pm
Dead are the roses that you sent to me
The words you said as well
Everyone said to me you'd put me through Hell
Gone the Memory of your kiss on my waiting lips
Why you went away I don't understand
Was my love not enough for you in dear the end
They say for everybody one true love exists
How could you make my heart bleed
Was it just lust you felt for me, born out of greed
Tuesday 21st January 2020 3:19 pm
The rose recognizes the beauty of the sunflower, all the while self-assured in her own. She does not envy the golden beauty for her appeal to you
She knows better - she has guarded her stem from the likes of your fingers and the fingers of those before you, and the ones that will come after
She knows that while you, selfishly and ignorantly, believe the garden to be created for you...
Saturday 14th December 2019 2:59 pm
With the first and potentially only tattoo
I celebrate this wet dark blue
With sleeves exposed to the moon
Don't you dare judge me, this art isn't for you...
Like ink on skin and ink on paper
This is my own creation
A red rose with a blue stem wraps around my arm
So that when we shake hands you see one piece of a bouquet
And I tell you something poetic like,
Wednesday 11th December 2019 11:46 pm
Where once her warm and sanguine heart
fell ashen grey to rest in cold base dirt
high over the familiar bush and shrub
proud crimson blooms pine for love
Where their sacred beauty sings to my heart
they call forth the lovely nightingale
high in their cloudless summer sky
to sweetly sing their longing song
There, I too confess a secret yearning
silent hidden d...
Friday 17th May 2019 1:39 pm
Too much reality
can burn a hole
through your soul.
I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.
With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all
created for one purpose
to tell the story
of how we want to
show up in this world.
I can see beyond
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 3:08 pm
I sit outside the door
on a slate bench
my back against the cottage wall
in the evening sun
listening to a blackbird sing
the most astonishing sweet notes
In front of me
there is elderflower
buttercups spangle the uncut grass
and the old larch looms in its corner
beyond the ancient stones of Hafod
which mark my plot
The sun has not long returned...
Sunday 24th June 2018 9:22 am
The only person who can save me
A Random Hero wont set me free
Violets are blue
Its time for you to save you
Mentalities can't fly
Yours wont admit defeat
Not that I ever wanted you to lose
But, my grasp is still so weak
Friday 23rd December 2016 9:40 pm
It was a painful thorn that had sewn our hearts together.
Yes, that was it,
A thorn that attached me to you,
Made your hell taste like heaven.
When I left you,
The flowers in my lungs died.
And for the first time, I could breath,
Although every day I find myself missing their beauty.
But for however many of my roses die,
This is something I can be proud of.
Saturday 30th April 2016 4:06 pm
we move in silence
age of the roses
continues with the tide
Monday 27th July 2015 11:55 pm
I'm standing on the string you left me
Not holding on and not letting go
I don't have a strong grip with my beaten hands
So you spin me around until I lose my balance.
I'm so mesmerized by the way you make me feel
Like a diamond that caught my eye
Wrapped up in this web of yours
The more I pull, the tighter it gets.
Why couldn't you cut the rope and just let me fall?
Thursday 19th February 2015 3:41 am
Roses are dead,
they smell like Le Pew.
But they still smell sweet
compared to you.
Roses are dead,
now you feel blue.
So take a shot neat,
and uncork the screw.
Roses are dead,
our hopes are too.
You were a cheat,
but I was too.
Thursday 11th April 2013 5:26 pm
Roses are red?
No they're not!
They're an assorted mix bag of browns.
Cocoa, caramel, mocha and mousse.
Tasty truffles a treat for the tongue,
not just for Easter
but all year long.
Buy em on Easter Monday if you're skint
eat my body weight in Lindt.
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 4:07 pm