Ma Rose
Ma rose
Ma rose reine des fleurs
Ma fleur reine des roses
Avec tes beaux seins
qui fleurissent
Comme des roses
Au printemps
Je t'aime ma rose
Je t'aime ma reine
Avec ton corps veloute
Comme une rose
poem by Motti Attias
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Oriande
La fée Oriande vivait dans son château de Rose-Fleur
C'est ici quand ce fut le déclin du printemps l'édification des Roses
Oriande y dort comme un parfum venu dans la dernière lettre et qui repose
Sur mon cœur
Entre les deux pétales de cette vernale rose
Mais c'est l'été maintenant
Oriande y vivrait dans son château de Rose-Fleur
Tourné comme nous et l'église vers l'orient
Et c'est le soir des roses
Les vieilles paroles sont mortes au dernier printemps
Des harmonies puissantes et nouvelles jaillissent de mon cœur
Mais Oriande écrit un L
Au ciel
Résigne-toi mon cœur où le sort t'a fixé
Et l'été passera Le printemps a passé
Mais Oriande écrit un O
En haut
Et j'accorde mon luth comme l'on bande un arc
Mais Oriande écrit un U
Sur le ciel nu
Le ciel d'un bleu profond d'un bleu nocturne
D'un bleu qui s'épaissit en souhaits en amour
En puissante joie
Et de mon cœur de poète
De mon cœur qui est la Rose
Oriande ruisselle
Onde parfumée des chansons
Où tu aimes tremper ton âme
Tandis que la fée s'endort
Oriande s'endort dans son château de Rose-Fleur
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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De Rose
Ce n'est point la paquerete,
La marguerite, le lis,
L'oeillet ny la violete,
La fleur où mon coeur j'ay mis.
J'aime entre les fleurs la rose,
Car elle porte le nom
D'une qui mon ame a close
A toute autre affection.
La rose entre les fleurétes
Gagne l'honeur et le pris :
Parféte entre les parfétes
Est la Rose qui m'a pris.
L'autre rose l'on voit nestre,
Comme fille du printems,
Mais un printems prend son estre
De cette Rose en tout tems.
La mienne, où queue se place
Cent mille fleurs fèt lever,
Et, fust-ce dessus la glace,
Fêt un aeté de l'yver.
Cette Rose tant émée
Comme l'autre ne sera,
Qui de matin estimée
Au soir se destimera.
Car l'autre rose fanie
Pourra perdre sa vigueur :
Tousjours la mienne épanie
Florira dedans mon coeur.
Amour de douce rosée
Cette Rose arousera
Quand ma compagne épousée
De maîtresse il la fera.
poem by Jean Antoine de Baif
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Fête
Feu d'artifice en acier
Qu'il est charmant cet éclairage
Artifice d'artificier
Mêler quelque grâce au courage
Deux fusants
Rose éclatement
Comme deux seins que l'on dégrafe
Tendent leurs bouts insolemment
IL SUT AIMER
Quelle épitaphe
Un poète dans la forêt
Regarde avec indifférence
Son revolver au cran d'arrêt
Des roses mourir d'espérance
Il songe aux roses de Saadi
Et soudain sa tête se penche
Car une rose lui redit
La molle courbe d'une hanche
L'air est plein d'un terrible alcool
Filtré des étoiles mi-closes
Les obus caressent le mol
Parfum nocturne où tu reposes
Mortification des roses
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Chevaux de frise
Pendant le blanc et nocturne novembre
Alors que les arbres déchiquetés par l'artillerie
Vieillissaient encore sous la neige
Et semblaient à peine des chevaux de frise
Entourés de vagues de fils de fer
Mon cœur renaissait comme un arbre au printemps
Un arbre fruitier sur lequel s'épanouissent
Les fleurs de l'amour
Pendant le blanc et nocturne novembre
Tandis que chantaient épouvantablement les obus
Et que les fleurs mortes de la terre exhalaient
Leurs mortelles odeurs
Moi je décrivais tous les jours mon amour à Madeleine
La neige met de pâles fleurs sur les arbres
Et toisonne d'hermine les chevaux de frise
Que l'on voit partout
Abandonnés et sinistres
Chevaux muets
Non chevaux barbes mais barbelés
Et je les anime tout soudain
En troupeau de jolis chevaux pies
Qui vont vers toi comme de blanches vagues
Sur la Méditerranée
Et t'apportent mon amour
Roselys ô panthère ô colombes étoile bleue
Ô Madeleine
Je t'aime avec délices
Si je songe à tes yeux je songe aux sources fraîches
Si je pense à ta bouche les roses m'apparaissent
Si je songe à tes seins le Paraclet descend
Ô double colombe de ta poitrine
Et vient délier ma langue de poète
Pour te redire
Je t'aime
Ton visage est un bouquet de fleurs
Aujourd'hui je te vois non Panthère
Mais Toutefleur
Et je te respire ô ma Toutefleur
Tous les lys montent en toi comme des cantiques d'amour et d'allégresse
Et ces chants qui s'envolent vers toi
M'emportent à ton côté
Dans ton bel Orient où les lys
Se changent en palmiers qui de leurs belles mains
Me font signe de venir
La fusée s'épanouit fleur nocturne
Quand il fait noir
Et elle retombe comme une pluie de larmes amoureuses
De larmes heureuses que la joie fait couler
Et je t'aime comme tu m'aimes
Madeleine
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Je Veux que Trop Aime!
Je veux que trop aime!
Trop je veux,
La paix et le bonheur partagé.
Quelqu'un pour se soucier,
Avec une loyauté consacrée.
Trop je veux,
Quelqu'un qui est là.
Comme je serais.
Je veux que trop aime!
Trop je veux,
Quelqu'un pour communiquer,
Et comprenez avec cela mentionné.
Trop je veux,
Quelqu'un qui a le temps,
Sans feindre pour donner et prendre.
Je veux que trop aime!
Trop je veux,
Quelqu'un qui désire une vie de paix.
Et pas une vie ensemble passée...
Dans le chagrin de coeur sans condition pour rendre.
Comme ceux dans les rapports,
Les vœux d'eux pour finir.
Donc ils iront alors finalement faire seperate.
Trouver quel vrai amour pour eux signifie de nouveau!
Je veux que trop aime.
Grandir comme il est destiné.
Et pas la pause pour tomber du tout!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Morale
Pour le tombeau de Théophile Gautier
Orner le monde avec son corps, avec son âme,
Etre aussi beau qu’on peut dans nos sombres milieux,
Dire haut ce qu’on rêve et qu’on aime le mieux,
C’est le devoir, pour tout homme et pour toute femme.
Les gens déshérités du ciel, qui n’ont ni flamme
Sous le front, ni rayons attirants dans les yeux,
Théophile Gautier, t’ont jugé vicieux,
Immoral. Mais le vent moqueur a pris leur blâme.
La splendeur de ta vie et tes vers scintillants
Te défendent, ainsi que les treize volants
Gardent rose, dans leurs frou-frous, ta Moribonde.
Elle et toi, jeunes, beaux, pour ceux qui t’auront lu
Vous vivrez. C’est le prix de quiconque a voulu
Avec son corps, avec son âme orner le monde.
poem by Charles Cros
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Sweet Perfume
A rose arose with rosy hue,
And made my torn heart, so sparkling new,
A rose arose as roses do,
And warmth for its guise within me grew.
A rose arose with beauty bright,
And gladdened my heart with such delight,
A rose arose as roses might,
And set out great charm before my sight.
A rose arose with summertime,
And imbued my heart with songs sublime,
A rose arose as roses climb,
And showed itself in all its prime.
A rose arose inside the room,
And lifted my heart so full of gloom,
A rose arose as roses bloom,
And fused the air with its sweet perfume.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Green Rose
I am a green rose
No one can see me
Because I wont show myself
My real self
All around me are red roses
I am a green rose
Its not impossible to find me
Just try, keep a search
Were am I
Were you can find me
Inside
Not a red rose
I’m a green rose
I’m hard to find
Impossible to think of
Amazing in the inside
Good color
Forget those red roses
I’m a green rose
Different
Different is always better
People like different
Seeing a green rose
Shocks the world
I not like a red rose
Never
Red roses are always the same
Like a clique
There is only one green rose
that’s me
I’m a green rose
Beautiful, Different, Pure Beauty
poem by November Nelson
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A La Sante
Allons, muse rustique, enfant de la nature,
Détache ces cheveux, ceins ton front de verdure,
Va de mon cher de Pange égayer les loisirs.
Rassemble autour de toi tes champêtres plaisirs;
Ton cortège dansant de légères dryades,
De nymphes au sein blanc, de folâtres ménades.
Entrez dans son asile aux muses consacré,
Où de sphères, d'écrits, de beaux-arts entouré,
Sur les doctes feuillets sa jeunesse prudente
Pâlit au sein des nuits près d'une lampe ardente.
Hélas! de tous les dieux il n'eut point les faveurs.
Souvent son corps débile est en proie aux douleurs.
Muse, implore pour lui la Santé secourable,
Cette reine des dieux sans qui rien n'est aimable,
Qui partout fait briller le sourire, les jeux,
Les grâces, le printemps. Qu'indulgente à tes voeux,
Le dictame à la main, près de lui descendue,
Elle vienne avec toi présenter à sa vue
Cette jeunesse en fleur, et ce teint pur et frais,
Et le baume et la vie épars dans tous ses traits.
Dis-lui: 'Belle Santé, déesse des déesses,
Toi sans qui rien ne plaît, ni grandeurs, ni richesses,
Ni chansons, ni festins, ni caresses d'amours,
Viens, d'un mortel aimé viens embellir les jours.
Touche-le de ta main qui répand l'ambroisie.
Ainsi tu nous verras, troupe agreste et choisie,
Les hymnes à la bouche, entourer tes autels,
Santé, reine des dieux, nourrice des mortels.'
poem by Andre Marie de Chenier
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First rose
A heart of youthful year was yearning,
Crying out the pain; the burning
Tears would e’er remain until
An answer from the man would see them die.
A sympathetic mirror blessed her –
Softened up the curves, caressed her
Skin to help regain a calm –
Assuage a heaving breast and blushing eye.
And through a struggling mind, a chiming:
Someone at the door; the timing
Perfect and exquisite in the
Reconciliation of her woes.
She took the oak to make the parting,
‘Here! ’ a presentation startling.
Drawing deep through radiant lips, she
Kissed her very dream: a crimson rose.
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5 Roses
Transparent Rose
In my heart lies a Vase
With 5 roses
5 roses all for you
With five different colors
All to show you what you mean to me
The First Rose
The yellow Rose
The yellow rose is the rose for you from me
To let you know you’re my friend, my best friend
That is a way to show you I’ll be always there for you
The Second Rose
The Blue Rose
The blue rose is to show you
With all my heart what you mean to me
With this rose I show you
There is no battle that I won’t fight for you there is no ocean big enough that can separate my love from you
There is no mountain high enough that I can’t climb for you
With this rose is the beginning of my love to you
The Third Rose
The Red Rose
Within this rose lies all the love I have for you
All the caring
All the loving
I will give to you
This rose show you how you should be treated
I will always romance your heart just to see you smile
Like an Angel
The Fourth Rose
The White Rose
With this rose I show you
All the passion that lies in my heart
All the tenderness I have towards you
All the love that I will show you each time I have and can
With all my strength and love
My heart cries for you
The Fifth Rose
A Rose that has no color
A rose that is undying
A rose that you can see trough and that there is nothing to hide
A rose so pure and true
That all that lies in it is you
So perfectly, so preciously
A girl that is so pure of heart like an angel
This Rose is a Transparent Rose
With this rose I show you all that I am
With this rose I show you I have nothing to hide
Here you can see your reflection that lies in my heart
A love so deeply living in me
I love you with all my heart
And there is no way that these roses will die
Your love is the water to keep them alive
poem by Ricky Baker
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Transparent Rose
Transparent Rose
In my heart lies a Vase
With 5 roses
5 roses all for you
With five different colors
All to show you what you mean to me
The First Rose
The yellow Rose
The yellow rose is the rose for you from me
To let you know you’re my friend, my best friend
That is a way to show you I’ll be always there for you
The Second Rose
The Blue Rose
The blue rose is to show you
With all my heart what you mean to me
With this rose I show you
There is no battle that I won’t fight for you there is no ocean big enough that can separate my love from you
There is no mountain high enough that I can’t climb for you
With this rose is the beginning of my love to you
The Third Rose
The Red Rose
Within this rose lies all the love I have for you
All the caring
All the loving
I will give to you
This rose show you how you should be treated
I will always romance your heart just to see you smile
Like an Angel
The Fourth Rose
The White Rose
With this rose I show you
All the passion that lies in my heart
All the tenderness I have towards you
All the love that I will show you each time I have and can
With all my strength and love
My heart cries for you
The Fifth Rose
A Rose that has no color
A rose that is undying
A rose that you can see trough and that there is nothing to hide
A rose so pure and true
That all that lies in it is you
So perfectly, so preciously
A girl that is so pure of heart like an angel
This Rose is a Transparent Rose
With this rose I show you all that I am
With this rose I show you I have nothing to hide
Here you can see your reflection that lies in my heart
A love so deeply living in me
I love you with all my heart
And there is no way that these roses will die
Your love is the water to keep them alive
poem by Carlos Wever
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Gertrude Stein met Marilyn Monroe in Tiffany's
a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
and a dozen roses ring around a posy -
but a rose is not as rosy as a ring -
for diamonds are a man's best bet;
a rose is just a rose but the future could be rosy -
a diamond is a girl's best bait.
a rose is a rose but eventually goes off;
even love can have a nasty end;
but a man who's had his day can always be disposed of...
while diamonds are a lifetime friend...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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My Rose...
gift you a rose, ,
gift you my rose....
but my rose to you, is not like any rose in this world...
a rose drunk from my tears...
a rose that i take care about it by my soul...
a rose gave it a water by my blood...
and perfumed it by my love....
my rose to you, is not like an roses...
its color not like any colors...
its not a red...
and its not a white...
even not a yellow...
its color pick up from the suns` yellow color..
and mix from the seas` blue color...
and from my bloods` drops..
and from my tears...
so.. its color was mixed with my sadness and my love...
my rose to you, is not like any roses...
its perfume is not like any perfume..
its a mix between a loves` nectar...
and many of kindness, and honesty love...
my rose to you, is not like any roses...
raised inside my heart...
and takes a warm light, from my eyes` light...
and its food, from the hope, that we always wish...
and from our future, which will gather us to each others one day...
so please accept and take my rose...
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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Winter Sunset
Roses in the sky,
Roses in the sea
Bowers of scarlet sky-roses
Take my heart and me.
God was good to make,
This December weather,
All this sky a rose-garden,
Rose and fire together.
To the East are burning
Roses in a garden,
Roses in a rosy field,
Hesper for their warden.
Yonder to the West
Roses all afire,
Mirror now some rare splendid
Rose of their desire.
Pulsing deeper, deeper,
Waves of fire throb on,
Never were such red roses
At sunset or dawn.
Roses on the hills,
Roses in the hollow,
Roses on the wet hedges,
In the shining fallow.
West wind, blow and blow!
That has blown ajar
Gates of God's great rose-garden,
Where His Angels are,
Gathering up the rose-leaves
For a shower of roses
On the night the Lord Babe
His sweet eye uncloses.
All the sky is scarlet
Flaming on the azure.
O, there's fire in Heaven
My heart aches with pleasure.
Leagues of rose and scarlet,
Roses red as blood:
All the world's a rose-garden.
God is good, is good.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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The Blood Rose...
There is a rose laying on the ground,
Blood is running out of the rose.
The rose's colour began to fade until it was a pale gray.
This only took around ten minutes.
The rose was pale, cold and dead.
The rose was found by a young man who was walking by.
He wondered why the rose was cold and gray.
He found another one a few days later.
What he didn't know was that the roses represented the broken hearts of teenage girls.
The roses wer originally blood red, only fading to grey when her heart was broken.
The roses were later known as the Blood Rose.
poem by MaddiiAnne O'Leary
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Rose, Rose(by Henrry Zhou)
Rose, Rose(by Henrry Zhou)
Rose, Rose
Love you, without words.
When I touch your waist,
Close to your lips.
Rose, Rose
Kisses are what you send to me.
Endless mythical dream
Every kiss seems to be
Rose, rose
Aren’t you the waves of the red wine
Of the first night in a wedding?
In your soft heart
slipped the lovers’ laughs and tears.
Love you, Rose
Light vortex, pink whorls
full of a garden I wish to plant Roses
Even waking to be a sad nightmare
Still I will hold you.
O, Rose, my dear Rose
poem by Henrry Zhou
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One Flower Grows, One Dies
that rose that grows is surrounded by the suns light, glowing
that rose grows, while my rose dies
my beautiful rose
with the smell of a million roses together
not the store bought roses that just smell like plastic and chemicals
no, the natural smell that i wish i could keep forever
she was my rose, she was the rose that died
and she is the one growing for another one
my flower dies, and the other one grew
not for me, but for you.
poem by Sarah Rabago
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Just One Rose...
that's a homework i need you to tell me if i should hand it to the teacher or not...(:
just one rose, a pretty rose...
just one rose for me with no coze...
just one rose pure and true...
just one rose for me is all i can do...
just one rose somewhere out there...
just one rose for me to care...
just one rose when dark days prevail...
just one rose when people only use petrail...
just one rose and all the time...
just one rosefor me is a crime...
poem by rose of death XxX
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A rose I am no more
If roses are the colors pink, red, yellow & white,
What happens if my rose is the color of black.
If all roses have their thorns,
What happens if my rose has lost its thorns.
If a rose that has no color & no thorns is no longer a rose,
Then a rose of color & thorns I am no more.
A rose I am no more, A rose I am no more.
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