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Who bade your life to live as such
pervading hearts with perfumed nose?
As down thy petals tempt the touch
when all for passions sake you're chose.
With lifetimes taken to bloom no more
you flower to favor all those who mourn,
then dance to dirges at misfortunes shore
un-bowing in tribute exalting fates thorn.
When the last crimson fades and darkness unfurls
and from winters hoarfrost you wither and fall
who'll mourn at your bedside as scentless wind swirls
and answer grave's whispers when I make my call.
So dance in the sunlight as long as you will,
While a vestige of fortune desires you still.
Not Just Any Old Rose Contest
angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,
Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair
Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee
Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark
She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?
To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife
Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest
And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear
And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber
She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee
death, lost love, rose,
I shall nay know all the wonders - you hold
For all too soon the winds of winter blow
Scarlet petals withering in the snow
How cruel the breath that kills the velvet rose
Tears - that canst’ bear the thought of letting go
Forever frozen in this empty soul
A broken heart forever turned to stone
A broken stem left now to stand alone
Alas! I find that life is bitter-sweet
As I stand holding only memories
Of a rose blooming in the summer breeze
Here beneath this old weeping willow tree
Once I held the sweetest rose - ever born
Now – in my grief – I hold the bitter thorn.
Author: Elaine George
blessing, grief, rose,
Thousand and one Nights
Gothic and Romanesque rose
I call to the Earth
The Moment has come
The Choice is no longer mine
By goodness and Love
A-L Andresen :)
bereavement, farewell, flower, rose,
Each day another velvet petal fell
Like somber tears from weeping eyes
A perfect flower was severed to quell
It lay withering as it drooped and died
Perfect flower, from bud to bloom
Sweet-scented rose, it was no wonder
That stifled in that sepulcher room
You were enshrined, awaiting plunder
Sadness lingers in me over your demise
Withered petals are always a cause for pain
But I'll remember you without tears in my eyes
The memory of your fragrance shall remain
death, roses are red, true love,
HIS ROSE, HER DEATH
All she had wanted was a red, red rose,
That would quell the love of that handsome man,
Alas! The rose tree was in winter's throes,
Unable to birth a rose of her plan;
So she said she will sing the whole night long,
With her heart against the thorn of that tree,
"Love is greater than life", rang out her song,
As her life blood fashioned his love ruby;
Yet, when her heart burst out in pain thereof,
When the crimson petals slowly opened,
He was not there to see her die for love,
Nor did he feel that love with blood deepened;
"Trust me baby, this is love," her last breath,
He never found out his rose was her death.
absence, addiction, allusion, angst, beauty, grief,
Shadows dance behind her silver eyes
The ghost of her beauty struggling to show
A crimson rose amid the rage of thorns
Seemingly pure like the white of snow
Such a stupor of silence hangs above her
But it loses the battle in her mind
The silver key trembling in her ghostly finger
Attempting to lock up the heart inside
Never meant to be open, delicately curled
Her petals shouldn't seem foreign anymore
So she dances, silencing the screaming thorns
Leaving the key, now crimson, on the floor
death, flower, lost love, metaphor, red, rose, sad love,
Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.
Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.
Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.
Written by Kelly Deschler October 23rd, 2014
beauty, eulogy, flower, friendship, love, romantic, rose,
I love a lovely girl—a Flower
from the sun-baked land of Brazil;
ageless, she by clock's every hour
makes the time be perfectly still.
Though fair and gorgeously pretty,
she longs to be known and adored
for her heart and inward beauty,
where love is felt and richly stored.
She's queenly and wears a lush crown,
a regent who sits on my throne;
a Rose, she's praised and of renown
and prized for her rare grace alone.
Most gentle and mild and too kind
to know, she treats the poor with care
and gives alms to the lame and blind;
and for me always says a prayer.
loss, passion, people, philosophy, rose,
"When the rose dies it falls open, spreading perfume. You will become a window for every house. You will be a rose garden in every field."~Rumi
There were no secrets between us...
Oh! Beauty's unveiled saline rush!
Deception is now done.
Every man knows your scoring gush...
Fate! Has now claimed my only blush!
A Harlot's life begun.
~by deborah burch©
grave, loss, love, mirror, miss you, rose, sad,
Is this then all there is now, only me
And all there is now left for me to do
Cry ‘mercy’ to the unforgiving sea
And bury all the love I had for you
Beneath the sorry roses in the shade
Of yew trees, in the graveyard, by the wall
Let tenderness and fondest feelings fade
Until the day there is no you at all
Within my mirror, only empty sky
And tumbleweed across the arid ground
No answer to the question of my cry
Just silence; oh my love, in you I found
A heat too sweet and gentle to forget
Have mercy on me, love, don’t leave me yet
© Gail Foster 2016
I took the bus mom,
h o l d i n g a bright rose for you;
clutched TIGHT in my hand . . .
I b r u s h brittle leaves away,
and lay down a w i l t e d ROSE.
June 21, 2017
Tanka/A Wilted Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 911443
One Of Three Tanka
sponsor, Laura Loo
death, depression, sad
Darkest, sweetest, blackest rose,
so deep and so inspired.
Your blinding beauty comforts me,
No effort is required.
I fell within your dreamy trance,
I become quite delerious.
But your black petals start to dance,
sweet rose oh so mysterious.
Rose, why must you trick the hurt,
With your wonderous deciet.
You make the exit look so right,
You guide the loste one's feet.
You taunt us thirst weak ones,
Make death look like a well.
You only wish to burn us up,
You send us straight to hell.
death, depression, happiness, life, love, philosophy
Love, Hate, Life, Death,
The Rose is all of them enmeshed.
The blossom of Admiration grows,
As do the hateful thorns of Rose.
Accompanied by Spring in Life,
It follows the casket in death and strife.
appreciation, death, devotion, god, nature, rose, tribute,
The intoxicating scent of roses
Each single one caressed and moonlit kissed
Gazing up at mirroring star poses
Silently waiting for the morning mist
Perched under honey sweetness of moonlight
As its warm caress cloaks the pair farewell
Turtledoves cuddle and nuzzle all night
Enamored under a crystal moon’s spell
Grateful for this evening's blessed twilight
Reverent I walk through God's creation
Peace and paradise on this wondrous night
Knowing this may be my last ovation
Sweet rose petal caressed nigh my demise
I'm ready, Lord, I've said all my goodbyes
Submitted on August 1, 2018, for contest NOT JUST ANY OLD ROSE sponsored by MARK MASSEY
death, dedication, loss, mother
My mother was like a rose
beautiful at sight
frail to touch.
She could stand up
and say her mind.
She needed love
I feel like she never got any.
And that’s why she withered away
like a rose.
Her heart was pure,
her soul made of gold.
She’d rustle in the wind,
and hide when cold,
much like a blooming rose.
Day by day
a petal would drop
‘til nothing was left.
She was the dying rose.
And as each day goes by
without her sweet melody,
I tell myself this:
I must not cry that she is gone
she was here.
Written by my 10-y.o. daughter Payton
death, lost love, love,
love left me empty
this time it is for good
a gesture one red rose
alone where he stood
so cold are my days
the sun never shines
the nights are unending
and sadness is mine
i remember the days
when love filled my heart
now it is empty
and broken apart
one half of my heart
beats lonely and still
the other is with you
asleep in the chill...
death, funeral, life, rose,
"Petal nor thorn could save this rose."
From "Flowers...Beautiful Flowers"
This line personifies the loss of life and the harvest of flowers (roses) for a funeral. Just as loved ones are lost each day in the prime of life (any time really), the rose is taken in the height of beauty and placed atop the grave. This is in spite of the thorns which protect it. We possess the attributes of the rose as well. Yet, still we pass, regardless of benevolence or wickedness.
brother, funeral, inspirational, loss, passion, satire, heart, heart, love, red, rose,
My brother is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. I still remember that day
His Human Heart
He laid red rose upon white casket
Tears were hidden behind dark glasses
People are such righteous asses
This question I just had to ask it
A wounded heart will not outlast it
This human life quickly passes
This human dream was love’s excess
Why was his love so very wrong?
Gender doesn’t really matter
Human dreams are still shattered
He laid red rose upon white casket
Was their love so very wrong?
The question I just had to ask it
His human heart still sang love’s song.
birthday, eulogy, rose, valentines day,
Twenty-four black roses
Hanging around my neck
Collecting on loves debt
death, depression, faith, lost love, nature, rose,
. The flames
. . inside
. . . cold blue
. . you made,
. Watch a wilting
. . rose parade
. . . Drowning roses
. . losing color,
. Beauty, all,
. . will kill another,
. . . Killed by
. . crashing blue
. . Burning hatred;
. . . frozen blue
. . Searching for a
. golden hue
. . Where's the
. . . sunlight
. . casting light
. On rose parades,
. . clear cascades,
. . . and all the life
. . we thought
. we knew?
autumn, loss, rose, summer,
A summer rose fades
One by one its petals fall
In downward spiral
Scattered by an autumn breeze
It's fragrance a memory
grief, lonely, loss, pain, rose, sorrow,
Dewdrops are dried.
Weariness only remained
Pity! for the loss of roses.
art, death, humanity, loneliness, music, rose,
Little by little
The fish bowl evaporates
The candle flickers yet smaller
The gold fish skeleton
Stares at the burnt candle wick
No one notices
The old man
Died last week anyways
dont we all
deep within the walls
rain painted rose
moments once fresh are set ablaze
whose bones are jewel encrusted
within our deepest reds
the scent of saints and dreams are
glancing off a soul of glass
so very briefly glowing off the face-
as every breath tends to climb toward light
reaching the softest edge giving away..
a stairwell of thorns-
the clowns of living cycling
round and round a face forelorn
turned to dreamware we're juggled
(dented circus pins)
between hell and hope..less
the kiln of god
the devils twisted rope-
dont we all
live within the walls