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Best Poems About / On ROSE
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The Special Rose
The Special Rose
Your red rose bloom out so beautiful on the
day you die I pick it from the bush before I told you good by.
I gave the first rose to you this year I know
you always pick the first one for me.
But this time it was to be yours the last one I
could give you thats how God wanted it to be.
God even put the special rain drops on the petals
just for you.
The red roses will always remind me of you and the last
rose I gave you on that day..
This year your rose bush had more blooms than any other
year and as each one bloomed out I thought of you and how
you love the roses when they were in bloom.
Jennifer Dillon 9/23/06 © 2006 all rights reserved
This is to my husband Daniel C Dillon
whispersinthedark07 dillon
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Blood Roses
You gave me blood roses
Don't you deny,
Back when my heart was a rose
not an eye.
Heart shaped or lung shaped
They blossomed and died
Those roses, those roses
You used them to lie.
My roses, they withered
In a glass full of vapour
I pressed them in books
Between tissue and paper
The stems, I gave them
to soil and to germs
For nourishment
and to feed the worms.
The pages,
they flattened those petals and dried
Those petals, I used them
I used them to cry.
You gave me blood roses
Don't you deny,
Back when my heart was a rose
not an eye.
2005
Laura Russell
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A Lilly
a scarlet rose,
standing in the crowd
its one of them
it doesn't stand out
it's like the rest
it's not the best
it's just a rose
like the rest
but then comes
the gardener
that planted them all from the start
he says
i'll trade you in for a lilly, if you'll bloom
and now the rose has the choice
using it's symbolic voice
to go on being a rose, or become a lilly and bloom
if just does that for him
no more worries, not problems
and so it makes the choice to swap the life of a rose
he dives into some water and blooms into a lily
and it that sense it's died
and it came back up and yes it didn't cry
for now it was lilly, and now it's life was pretty
no longer is it a scarlet rose
standing in the crowd
it's not one of them
it does stand out
from the rest
it's in of the best, worlds
it's not just a rose
like the rest
it's a lily
Mona Willis
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