Rose II

There's a rose in our garden
just by the front wall
which catches attention
to one and yes, all
as people will pause
to give it a smell
for its fragrance is lovely
as they can just tell

SHE WAS MY WILDFLOWER – REMEMBERING OUR LOVED ONE IN THE TIME OF COVID-19

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Brought Joy
Into My Life
Everyday
And Because Of Her

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By any other name

“A rose by any other name
would smell as sweet” as this
that grows within our garden
every year to bring us bliss

The Bard of Stratford knew a thing
or two about his writing
and I’m not pretending for a mo
this poem’s so exciting

But those words he penned for Romeo
and Juliet somehow
remind me of this rose I see
so I’ll pay homage now

SHE WAS MY WILDFLOWER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Brought Joy
Into My Life
Everyday
And Because Of Her

Faith, Creation and Creator

First posted on http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com on May 15,2018

Rose is a rose
By any other name
Creator, not sanctioned by
One’s own faith
Why is not the same

Mother Nature (6) – Rose

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

It’s day six and here we have the rose
the flower of England’s story
from House of Tudor’s history
to give heraldic glory

Many happy returns II

Many happy returns
lives up to its name
With ever more roses
again and again

Haiku-10

Rain rests so lightly
A-top the petals – velvet
light glimmers and shines

 

© L. Rose

Wild Rose

By a first morning light
in the sunshine out here
I took a walk in the woods
whilst the skies were still clear
and there in the hedgerow
where late hawthorn grows
I found the delicate pink
of a lovely wild rose

Many Happy Returns

Back when it was purchased
with its buds not yet in bloom
I thought I’d save a picture
of it for the first of June
And now that day has come
and the summertime is here
I’m really pleased I waited
as its beauty is now clear

The Rose – haiku

How I love

the rose. And this I know

Rose

Like silk upon a summer breeze
soft pastel shades of pink
It’s beauty is beyond compare
or rivalry I think

Goes in the Rose

Poetry challenge: tongue twister poem.

My nose aglow knows if in the rose below it goes and froze and goes and blows flowing, blowing, growing shows my glowing nose not to “goes” in the rose!

byDebbie

photo from Pinterest

ask permission 2016

Happy Mother’s Day

An early rose on Mother’s Day
appropriately there
exuding beauty in its form
combined with love to share
Fragrance subtle, petals frail
A heart concealed, yet strong
with influence and calming
for an early springtime song

A Loving Caress – form writing

The more you pull off

White Rose

Delicate white
fold on fold
what mysteries
do your petals hold?

White

 

As shorter days draw in
with colder climes and
a pale sun often hiding,
a white rose of Spring

Thorns

Every rose has its thorn
So they said

I felt those roses so
Bloom my love
Held on roots, of fears

Love Curl

your soft,

delicate touch,

my curled up

soul,

lost,

in you,

forever more…

© Apurva

Golden Twigs

Are we twigs, golden
Lifeless
To be possessed

Unfolding Beauty

Sheltered, cocooned
in your protective gaze,
my beauty shines through,
like sunlight
through haze
© Apurva

Useless #2

Your delicate folds,

perfect hue, at a loss for

words, useless pursuit!

© Apurva

 

Towards shade

my garden rose

Shelter me O leaves of mine,

from the hot summer sun,

bursting to shine,

Flower Baby

Feathery soft petals,

reaching out to the world,

their rose tinted edges,

like a new born’s toe curl,

Sleepy Pose

my garden rose: via ipad4

Dewy pearls,

swing and slide,

sing a song,

re energise,