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Nature's Rose

As the vast nature
blinds the eye by its beauty
the trees grow taller
the grasses grow greener
The animals grow more peaceful in their natural habitat
But none grow as beautiful as the red rose
As the red rose grows day by day
I walk by it desiring to pick it
Sitting and waiting for the petals to grow more mature
To grow and show off the beauty of the rose
Years go by and the rose is almost grown
This special rose is different from the rest.
Others grow, beautify, and die
While this one grows year after year
The blood of the rose is pure
as it flows up and through the beautiful flower
But the rose has not completed its growth
I run my hand down the body of the beautiful flower
Shedding my blood from the sharp thorns
I grasp the flower and thrust it from the ground
As my blood drips, the blood of the flowers does so too
The red of both mix and mature and fall to the ground dropp after drop
The smell of the flower overtakes the pain
This is Nature's Rose
Sky McCoy

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The Rose Rustler

The sun is surely rising
On yet another day.
Birds are chirping madly
As I head along my way.

I’m searching for that something
That’s missing from my mind.
I dream of finding roses
Lost to all mankind.

The roses in their glory
A smell of strong perfume.
The lure of mystic roses
Bringing me to you.

The rose blooms open slowly
As the sun shines on them so.
I think I’ll keep on looking
In this place that heaven knows.

Tombstones arched by roses
From a long gone time since passed.
Thorns and brambles masking
That rose I’ve found at last.

The search is never over
That rose is never found.
I’ll rustle here tomorrow
Again on hallowed ground.
Cheryl Moore

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At dusk I'll rise

You are overwhelmed and frustrated within,
You always just seemed to be on my side
But inside of your heart lies,
The untold truth that is
Shinning on your eyes.

You always want to put me down
Trying hard to decrease my happiness
Gossiping about me is meaningless
But still at dusk I’ll rise

Those teardrops are heavy to fall
From my fragile eyes
This word is slowly killing me
Whispering around my self
But still like dust i’ll rise

Do you want to write me down in history with your lies?
Weak heart, knowing-less mind
You are trying to spill blood on my dreams
Unbelieving the words i say inside
But still like fog I’ll rise

Wanting me to feel that my life is almost over
There is no point of living
But still like dawn I’ll rise

I’ll fly
Far from those mind
Far to inhabitant word
With those broken wings
I’ll rise
I’ll rise
I’ll rise

I’ll continue flying
Till I reach the oasis
Where the luster sparked
My intense emotions building up
My feeling is sky hope to reach
As I walked out and in
I’ll forever rise

March 25
khadija shaker

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A Rose Petal

A Rose Petal
By: Artistic Perspective
September 15,2009
Age 12

A Rose Petal quickly falls off its rose.
I see that it's falling quickly, but in my mind I see it slowly.
What's pleasant about a piece of itself ripping, tearing away?
The only pleasant thought about it, is it will grow a new rose.
I watch the petal fall and plummet.
Until it hits the ground.
Rose petals, Rose petals, are all around.
Why must they fall off?
The rose is now unwhole.
Hopefully, it will come back,
Restore the rose's soul.
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