'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
quote by Edward Moore
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Christmas Roses
THE summer roses all are gone--
Dead, laid in shroud of rain-wet mould;
And passion's lightning time is done,
And Love is laid out white and cold.
Summer and youth for us are dead,
What do old age and winter bring instead?
They bring us memories of old years,
And Christmas roses, cold and sweet,
Which, washed by not unhappy tears,
I bring and lay beside your feet,
With gifts that come with flowers like these--
Friendship, remembrance of our past, and peace!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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A Madrigal
Crabbed Age and Youth
Cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare:
Youth is full of sports,
Age's breath is short,
Youth is nimble, Age is lame:
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold,
Youth is wild, and Age is tame:-
Age, I do abhor thee;
Youth, I do adore thee;
O! my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy thee-
O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stay'st too long.
poem by William Shakespeare
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My Loss
IN the world was one green nook I knew,
Full of roses, roses red and white,
Reddest roses summer ever grew,
Whitest roses ever pearled with dew;
And their sweetness was beyond delight,
Was all love's delight.
Wheresoever in the world I went,
Roses were; for in my heart I took
Blow and blossom and bewildering scent;
Roses never with the summer spent,
Roses always ripening in that nook,
Love's far summer nook.
In the world a soddened plot I know
Blackening in this chill and misty air,
Set with shivering bushes in a row,
One by one the last leaves letting go:
Wheresoe'er I turn I shall be there,
Always sighing there.
Ah, my folly! Ah, my loss, my pain!
Dead, my roses that can blow no more!
Wherefore looked I on our nook again?
Wherefore went I after autumn's rain,
Where the summer roses bloomed before,
Bloomed so sweet before?
poem by Augusta Davies Webster
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Endless Summer
There used to be a time that I believed
The soft pouring rain was just the pouring rain, it wasnt me
But every new light that wasnt shiny and bright
Well suspend the storms and the clouds in sight
Of an endless summer
An endless summer
An endless summer to be home
Let me go, wasting time
Let me go waste my time
Once there was a chance that I believed you
A kiss was just a kiss
No matter how I missed you
Shine a light on me
Say a prayer for the relief
From an endless summer
An endless summer
An endless summer to be home
Did we go on too long
Did we listen too close
To a youth built strong
With things children shouldnt know
And the fall out from your third degrees
Of broken chairs and of pedigrees
Where the sons kill sons, and the daughters stay wise
cause when we rule, everybody dies
In an endless summer
An endless summer
An endless summer to be home
Let me go, wasting time
Let me go waste my time
Let me go, wasting time
Let me go waste my time
Now you can disagree
With how I choose to live
But freedom isnt free
Unless you learn how to give
To the summer, summer, summer, yeah
Summer, summer, summer, yeah
Summer, summer, summer, yeah
Summer, summer, summer, yeah
song performed by by Zwan
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Always marry a summer girl
Summer is forever sunny
like the smile on your face,
wet at times when a storm brews
like the drops on your cheek
in the movies,
lovely pleasant evenings
like I have with you.
Great the feast of summer’s splendour,
green the grass
and fruit everywhere.
Sweet the kisses,
that you give me
and sweeter still that you truly love me.
Cool the water of the pool
when the sun is high,
in a blue summer sky.
Still more cool,
is when you’re with me
and the pleasure of being with you.
Toss confetti and a bunch
of pure white roses or two,
since I want to marry you.
Do not yet give an answer,
since time will tell the right moment
and I love you and I love summer too.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Winter Roses
My garden roses long ago
Have perished from the leaf-strewn walks;
Their pale, fair sisters smile no more
Upon the sweet-brier stalks.
Gone with the flower-time of my life,
Spring's violets, summer's blooming pride,
And Nature's winter and my own
Stand, flowerless, side by side.
So might I yesterday have sung;
To-day, in bleak December's noon,
Come sweetest fragrance, shapes, and hues,
The rosy wealth of June!
Bless the young bands that culled the gift,
And bless the hearts that prompted it;
If undeserved it comes, at least
It seems not all unfit.
Of old my Quaker ancestors
Had gifts of forty stripes save one;
To-day as many roses crown
The gray head of their son.
And with them, to my fancy's eye,
The fresh-faced givers smiling come,
And nine and thirty happy girls
Make glad a lonely room.
They bring the atmosphere of youth;
The light and warmth of long ago
Are in my heart, and on my cheek
The airs of morning blow.
O buds of girlhood, yet unblown,
And fairer than the gift ye chose,
For you may years like leaves unfold
The heart of Sharon's rose
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Summer
Summer is over,
washed away by the rain.
Summer is over,
covered by leaves of fall.
Summer is over,
frozen like the ponds.
Summer is over,
now the sun must die.
Summer is over,
grey clouds fill the sky.
Summer is over-
We must say: Good bye...
poem by Anne Harkonen
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Faded Red Roses
She stood at the alter
A gown of white she did wear
With a bouquet of red roses
And blue ribbons in her hair
She waited for someone
Who was never to come
Tears leaked from her eyes
Across her cheeks did run
The bouquet of red roses
For her wedding day
Have all now faded
As time slipped away
Those faded red roses
She still holds in her hand
Years have come and gone
Waiting for this man
You’ll still find her
With tears in her eyes
As the hopes he’ll still come
Fade like the roses
Washed too much by the sun
Today she still waits all alone
Those faded red roses in her hand
Is now all that she owns
poem by David Harris
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What is?
Love, Sorrow, And Death
what is love?
love is the sweet scent of roses
and the warm summer breeze
and your eyes shining brightly like the stars in the night time sky
what is sorrow?
sorrow is the darkest of days
and you walking away
and the dead look in your eyes
What is death?
Death is you
for you have killed this heart of mine breaking it in to tiny little pieces
for you have killed me
poem by Shylah Clarissa Turcotte
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Roses Of Summer (Song Lyric)
Where are the roses, the roses of our summer?
The North wind has come and taken them away.
Blow, then, O thou Southern wind;
Blow, then, without ceasing,
Till the roses of summer have come back again.
Blow, then, O Southern wind;
Blow, then, O South wind;
Blow, then, O Southern wind;
Till the roses of summer come back again.
Where are the roses, the roses of our summer?
For to make a garland for mine own true love?
There are none: none to make a garland rare,
Not a single rosebud for her hair:
Blow, then, O Southern wind;
Blow, then, O Southern wind;
Bring the roses of summer back again.
South wind, blow!
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Remembrance
I.
Swifter far than summer's flight--
Swifter far than youth’s delight--
Swifter far than happy night,
Art thou come and gone--
As the earth when leaves are dead,
As the night when sleep is sped,
As the heart when joy is fled,
I am left lone, alone.
II.
The swallow summer comes again--
The owlet night resumes her reign--
But the wild-swan youth is fain
To fly with thee, false as thou.--
My heart each day desires the morrow;
Sleep itself is turned to sorrow;
Vainly would my winter borrow
Sunny leaves from any bough.
III.
Lilies for a bridal bed--
Roses for a matron’s head--
Violets for a maiden dead--
Pansies let MY flowers be:
On the living grave I bear
Scatter them without a tear--
Let no friend, however dear,
Waste one hope, one fear for me.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Bright Fire
Written by bob welch.
Dont let waters of caution remove you
Dont let the fire of saints compel you
Dont let the lack of their spirit blind your life
Cause soon its all over, youre gonna come through alive
Well Ive been all over the world five times or more
And Ive seen the future burn blue before my eyes
And all through the dust and the green magnesium fire
Dont let the violence blind you, youre gonna come through alive
And the roses that are offing
They are real as evening wind
They are washed by love and suffering
Cause my love has colored them
Colored them
Oooooh oooohh-nothing but roses
Dont dam the river thats running through you
Stop saving up for time that may never become
Ive seen the future come true in twenty days
But dont let is scare you, stop thinking about yesterday
Ive had my share of blue revelations
And I know that time is a region to be passed
So all through the dust and green magnesium fire
I can rest easy now, and watch the carnival rolling by
Cause a rose that will be growing
In the place where I have hidden
It is washed by love and suffering
That my love has colored in
Look where the roses grow
Look where the roses grow
Look where the rooooooooses
Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh
Look where the roses grow
Look where the roses grow
Look where the rooooooooses
Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh
Look where the roses grow
Look where the roses grow
Look where the rooooooooses
Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh
Look where the roses grow
Look where the roses grow
Look where the rooooooooses
Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Sorrow Under Mist
Mist -
Giving wispy vapour to the breath,
Cool calm to autumn afternoons,
A hovering air of mysticism
Over brooding lakes -
Was different here,
Affording company, closeness -
A caring arm around her shoulders.
In the eyes, a once-clear oceanic blue
Wavered under water -
Tears telling torrid truths
She couldn't face -
Like the glowering image in the mirror
You don't see in your mind's eye
Of compensation; delusion.
We see her sitting on the concrete steps
That led down to the dew-laden garden.
She's peering up, sensing her diffuse companion,
Refreshing in its chill; giving crispness
To the stealth of dulling evening.
But the bite of air couldn't lift the sorrow
Of pale youth in love,
Shouldered by a not-in-love and scoffing eye.
Rejection hurt;
Hurts -
Wrenches deep -
Emotion that we can't deny!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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All Summer Long
Sittin in my car outside your house
(sittin in my car outside your house)
member when you spilled coke all over you blouse
T-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs
(t-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs)
Weve been having fun all summer long
(all summer long youve been with me)
I cant see enough of you
(all summer long weve both been free)
Wont be long til summer time is through
(summer time is through)
Not for us now
Miniature golf and hondas in the hills
(miniature golf and hondas in the hills)
When we rode the horse we got some thrills
Every now and the we hear our song
(every now and the we hear our song)
Weve been having fun all summer long
Wont be long til summer time is through
(summer time is through)
Not for us now
Every now and the we hear our song
(every now and the we hear our song)
Weve been having fun all summer long
Weve been having fun all summer long
(weve been having fun all summer long)
Weve been having fun all summer long
(weve been having fun all summer long)
Weve been having fun all summer long
song performed by by Beach Boys
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It Was Not In The Winter
It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the Time of Roses,—
We plucked them as we passed!
That churlish season never frown'd
On early lovers yet:—
Oh, no—the world was newly crown'd
With flowers when first we met!
'Twas twilight, and I bade you go,
But still you held me fast;
It was the Time of Roses,—
We pluck'd them as we pass'd.—
What else could peer thy glowing cheek,
That tears began to stud?
And when I ask'd the like of Love,
You snatched a damask bud;
And oped it to the dainty core,
Still glowing to the last.—
It was the Time of Roses,—
We plucked them as we pass'd!
poem by Thomas Hood
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It Must Have Been The Roses
Annie laid her head down in the roses.
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.
I dont know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
I dont know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I dont know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea,
Thinkin well how it may blow in all good company,
If I tell another what your own lips told to me,
Let me lay neath the roses, till my eyes no longer see.
I dont know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I dont know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
One pane of glass in the window,
No one is complaining, no, come in and shut the door,
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,
And its strange how no one comes round any more.
I dont know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I dont know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
Annie laid her head down in the roses.
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.
I dont know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Summer
I'm looking at your photograph the picture on my wall
Life's too short for memories i can't have it all
You gave me the run-around so we go our own sweet ways
I'll be making the most of summertime crazy nights and lazy days
Summer can't last too long summer can't last too long
Spring, winter or fall but out of them all
The summer can't last too long
One night can seem a lifetime and i've got no more time to lose
Sunshine on my shoulders kissing away my blues
Looking to the future searching for the girl
Not too much like the last one just the prettiest in the world
Summer can't last too long summer can't last too long
Spring, winter or fall but out of them all
The summer can't last too long
Yeah, yeah
song performed by by Asia
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Hebe
YOUTH! thou art a lovely time,
With thy wild and dreaming eyes;
Looking onwards to their prime,
Coloured by their April skies,
Yet I do not wish for thee,
Pass, oh! quickly pass from me.
Thou hast all too much unrest,
Haunted by vain hopes and fears;
Though thy cheeks with smiles be drest,
Yet that cheek is wet with tears.
Bitter are the frequent showers,
Falling in thy sunny hours.
Let my heart grow calm and cold,
Calm to sorrow, cold to love;
Let affections loose their hold,
Let my spirit look above.
I am weary—youth pass on.
All thy dearest gifts are gone.
She in whose sweet form the Greek
Bade his loveliest vision dwell;
She of yon bright cup and cheek,
From her native heaven fell:
Type of what may never last,
Soon the heaven of youth is past.
Oh! farewell—for never more
Can thy dreams again be mine;
Hope and truth and faith are o'er,
And the heart which was their shrine
Has no boon of thee to seek,
Asking but to rest or break.
poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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Roses Are Red (Jessica)
Roses are red Violets are blue,
Honey is so sweet and so are you darling!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
You've made my dreams come true!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I have my brown eyes glued on YOU!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I feel like i have known you!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
You are so FINE that you give me the BLUES!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
Lord knows that im falling for you!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I just want to Rock with you!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
These lips can't wait to be kissing you!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I do anything to claim you!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I bow down to you!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I've never met anyone as HOT as you!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
never knew i would meet you!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I'm going to bed would you like to come too!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I rather spend my precious time with you!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
You are beautiful as sparkling DIAMOND!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
You have me speechless everytime i talk to you!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
May i have this dance with you (JESSICA)
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I have mentioned your name so many time i have lost count!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I dont want no-one if i cant have you. #PERIOD
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I want to give you everlasting Joy, Happiness, and especially LOVE!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
I'm the one who will make your dreams come true
Roses are red Violets are blue,
Chilli is hot and so are you!
Roses are red Violets are blue,
JESSICA ITA JAMES WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Roses are red Violets are blue,
THIS POEM WAS MADE FOR YOU.......
poem by Obi Onyenwe
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Summer Can Be Fun
here comes summer with
chirping robins, buddling roses
there comes the summer with
gentle showers, summer clothes
here come summer
whosh-shiver there it gose
here comes summer
with hot weather
for me and my friends
to go down the beach and
enjoy the sun
and have fun in the sea.
poem by Kirsty Coleman
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