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I see
the roses
in you, the
petals of
of being
the thorns
of us have
the chains,
our feathers
glide when
to down
the soar
of our
glide from
loud howls,
up to the
place we
call as
I would of handed you a rose
With beauty catching all eyes,
Energy that gives the term energy new meaning
Yet you have given the effigy
Of the former bright glow of your heart
First preference
And my rose would be better purpose
For someone else

A poem to myself
How i let the negative idea conquer the my true self and how i let that deny me from great things.
Madeleine May 30
Roses not always wanted
On special days
So take me away I'm
Eagerly awaiting adventure
Since memories last till end of time
I was born in a rose field-
taught that the world was made of thorns,
and to live was to pierce the soles of my feet.

so I remove my shoes and dig my toes into the ground-
I’d rather scar than be sheltered

I was raised in a wildfire-
taught that words were made of flames,
and to speak was to blister the buds of my tongue

so I coat my throat with gasoline and swallow down a match-
I’d rather burn than be silent
rose and sunny blossoms
beckon the beauty of spring.
baby blue skies whisper
winds experiencing what it brings.

growing grasses wander
into the roots of the lime green land.
fields and fields of flying flowers
picture this beauty so far and so grand.

hills of living loveliness
lavish a splendid surprise.
exquisite adventures
marvel and awaken your eyes.
Written March 2019
Powering whisker's tense, the unfurled orange;
teethed with nature's rosy armament.

Brother Tiger sniffs. burning nose
  whispers of passion
  with breaths of love.

More than two million years under human life
And she knows more than you, a white milliner
roses bloom
rose is a dove.

Brother Tiger gazes off into the East
Rose smiling, rose laughing,
Roses are searching for proud preys

Heaving breaths
dynamic, catlike stealth.

    Heartbeat’s thunder
****** shadows hide.

She sends him a fairy-white rosebud: 
“Hey Love, let’s off to search again for spring…"
"come home safe, Brother Tiger: Don't be feared"

Chant and roar along please
A kiss of desire on the lips.
Chant for Love,  a Tiger year's wish: a white milliner
roses bloom
rose is a dove.
Isabella Jan 18
Scarlet roses
Adorn the plainness of my grave
To hide my bed below
Where I sleep at last

Scarlet roses
Turn to black
Dying, just as I have
Diesel Jan 14
Some field of ancient roses—
They all looked down on me:
Glew white stars to heaven's
Windows, and golden-rimed clouds
That sonorously speak
Daniel Jan 10
From where I'd watched the roses blown
Their bodies bent and brightly doused
Their forms aroused in wiry crowds

Petals pink upon a breeze
are thrown about the golden eve
Such a fabulous flock, how I envy their flight!
How I covet their course, sailing into the night
I grew up  as the bed grew bigger than  me
underneath there were the  roots of a dream
I used to forget; I lost in the card game
and you still have a lot of tricks under your sleeve.

And I will  yearn if I was still the one in your
anticipation; you wear it like  a Sunday best
and wear it out when you don't feel like yourself.

And I'll follow the traces of your footsteps
crawling as the vines.
what all my words worth if they are a noose
entangling my limbs?
honey, the roses scented faintly of blood, too.

And I will carry the weight of this spineless home.
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