the roses in you, the delicate petals of of being human, the thorns of us have broken the chains, our feathers glide when darkness once wished to down the soar of our wings, feathers glide from loud howls, floating up to the place we call as truth.
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.
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.
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
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
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.