Once Upon A Rose
Once upon a
rose
Was planted.
A trellis
was
erected,
a safe
arbor
for her
to
rely on.
cling to.
As she
grew
opening
her
petals,
becoming
a lovely
lady.
she was
admired,
looked
upon
for her
beauty.
One day
someone
decided
to
transplant
her into
their
garden.
Once upon
a rose.
They began
to pick
at
her
petals.
One by one
they fell
to the
ground.
One by one
coming
ever
near to
her
heart.
Saddened,
she
began to
cry
being
exposed
to the
world.
Finially
the
plan
for her
return
was
complete.
Being hurt
and
forlorn
once again
she clung
to her
trellis.
Today
her petals
remain
closed,
refusing
to
reopen.
Once upon
a rose.
poem by Heather Burns
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where all the leaves were parting one by one.
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Prose to a Rose
Such A flower is the rose
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Such a flower if the rose
The flower of passion the poets often said
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A tear of sadness rises in my eyes
Such a flower is the rose
For it reminds me of you my dear
When ever I gaze upon a rose
It makes me wish you were here
Its petals are soft as thy skin
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Its fragrance is sweet and pure
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Has been endless through out time
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Unforgiving Love
one day a blue bird fell in love with a white rose..the rose was envious of everybod falling in love and was afraid that she will get hurt..the blue bird told her that he had loved her from afar but was too scared to tell the white rose how much he actaully did...the white rose told the bird when my petals turn from white to red i will fall in love with you back....the blue bird came by and by everyday and told the white rose how much he loved her...until one day the blue bird cut his wings and soaked the white rose with his blood...the white rose's petals turned from white to a luscious red and she realized how much the blue bird loved her..but it was too late the blue bird fell in front of the rose and the rose was red forever..that's why roses are giving to the ones we loved
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Milk White, Blood-Red
Gently as wind blows
Sways the beauty of the Milk White rose
Day and night that rose stays
Its beauty drawing people closer
Its thorns keeping them away
The rose stays here
As seasons pass it by
The petals have worn
As the wind made it fly
A single rose seed
Falls onto the ground
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Now dead
Gave birth safe and sound
To a rose of Blood Red
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Forever Your Rose
Here I am
Forever Your Rose
I remember the epitaph
Written in your prose
Hold me tight
Don't let go
Here I stand
Forever Your Rose
I wilt a bit
With petals closed
Here I weaken
Forever Your Rose
Arms wide open
Thorns exposed
Here I die
Forever Your Rose
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