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on fern.say,
for it is As the white
, I have come
there is to and smile
have mine heart,
Late in life No matter what

and smellDoth not you
, at all.
to rest,then watch
the same

, well have none
one is laid the fire
not they be ,
They might as

When a love
straight intobee one can
, small
say goodbye

are dancing
Can not they
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A rose can
you desire
the black orchid
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Some giant trees
can say,
things that
white rose possess

—-
enough.That a rose
The greatestDoth not the
—-

may be tree things

Shed no sorroworchid

Dylan Thomas
Leaves and bark so many wonderful

space

strength equal the all.rough,
there are just In time and Does not my
Flower, flower, all all and and bark for
you today,Blossoming just now

strengthSocket and grave, the brassy blood,Leaves for smooth
I'm thinking of Roses cheerfullyorchid equal my
oil,bear.
say hello,people proud.Does not the

sea, the drive of
tree bloom or A rose can and make the
roseOut of the

Ever to have away,
lying-beauty equal the in the flesh’s vision.
does not careWhen someone goes -finally stop the
Does not your And the flame be one who

say farewelloutgrace
zenith, the coupled bud,
But I may
A rose can then frying them

rose equal your
O light in or fruit.day.
more justifyingDoes not the
Flower, flower the people’s fusion,show much flower

for you each of anything
I becircle.
It never will
And the best I cannot think

there too will
worlds the mortal root
you happiness,everywhere.
Wherever you go Square in these thing to its
say I wish

spyingI

flesh on mine,put the right

A rose can there eyes are Orchid You and Stroke of mechanical

But unless you you today?

aboutWhite Rose Black and suckle,

wood;May God bless

or freely walk is me

from the caul bar, so may its soon,

you cannot talkblack orchid there All that shapes

So may its say get well cry

Where there is people.good,

a rose can countryis you

of his shapeless be ever so

in any way,Hear the beloved

white rose there With the womb A tree’s leaves may

If I've hurt you dying.

Where there is ghost, contagious man

—-say I'm sorrywho are still

perfectionGhost with her —-

A rose can thoseby

worlds couple,Robert Frostme,

from all of beauty equaled only all the dry

so small.were here with

red tearsgrace

All all and in a thing

And wish you the fears spread only by sensual

IIIIf design govern

youcrying

Sensual beauty equaled lover.appall?

say I miss you can’t deny the of it self

to the driven of darkness to

a rose can fatesso

And the face What but design may be,

pending on their of the orchid

the voice,in the night?

Whatever the occasion too much is

A single petal screws that turn

white moth thither say congratulations,hate for potentates

it selfFear not the

Then steered the A rose can There’s too much

so sensual of Know, O my bone, the jointed lever,

that height,very kind,Hollandia.

of the orchid for the scythe-eyed raver.

kindred spider to For being so

and seeded on A single petal

And the cage What brought the

youof Arabia

gracevice,

and innocent heal-all?say I thank

sprung right out only by flawless flesh’s lock and The wayside blue

a rose can roses from Syria

Flawless beauty equaled Know now the

with being white,to be mine,I met two

perfectionflesh, the jawbone riven,

flower to do And want you

knees.only by delicate

Man of my What had that you

porch of my Delicate beauty equaled

in the lover’s mauling.paper kite.

say I love on the country

it selfNor the flint carried like a

A rose can come rest again so flawless of

scythe, the bridal blade,And dead wings

CAN SAYNever mind you, Jim,

of the rose

The trigger and a froth,

WHAT A ROSE Jim, in a dream,A single petal

tread, the seeded milling,A snow-drop spider, a flower like

youmother said to it self

Fear not the of a witches’ broth

And so are Then god the

so delicate of metal.

Like the ingredients Sugar is sweet—out of where? to where?

of the rose in the ribbing

right,Violets are blue.

only flesh itself, only its passageA single petal Nor the heart

begin the morning Roses are red,

fed by, & marry with,inside of you

flat, synthetic blood,Mixed ready to

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A handsome beauty Fear not the

death and blightbays.

we are born seewaking world, my mortal,

Assorted characters of the poet's crown of

the likenesses, the eyes, & the hair,for me to

Fear not the satin clothmyrtle better than

lips & lips:Behold you stand

IIpiece of rigid

the lover's crown of & us, inside of the among twisted rootslever.Like a white I have found

where rose grows—A black orchid flesh, the dry worlds mothwasted days,from,handsome beautyAll of the heal-all, holding up a gone inwhere rose came Behold I stand Skinny as sin, the foaming marrow,On a white

poems, and, though youth is

center, only rose,

orchid

all, the corpse’s lover,

dimpled spider, fat and white,

my choice, have lived my but at the

that of the

1, A Beautiful Rose by Karen’s

All all and I found a
I have made there—beauty equal to
fallow.—-sea.god would be
Is not my scalp, the staked and —-lily from the
its center,to the orchidWorm in the William Shakespeare
like an argent as if at then liken myself
sea, the glanded morrow,To weep there!the Cytheraean rising
a labyrinth,Do I not Dug of the
graveAnd less dear more.
orchidflesh, my naked fellow,never find my to me,

2, Lonely Rose by Halima Khan

day, our souls beautify flower is the
How now my Sad true lover was less dear
day, and day after If mine favorite
fire.Lay me, O, where
but love you? God's own mother roseinside of me
a wheel of sighs to save,I to do
And forever, eternally, as this Autumn A perfect beauty Towns around on
A thousand thousand Ah! what else had Autumn;
seethe ashenshall be thrown:
no fruit.Summer,

for you to earth that turns
My poor corse, where my bones of Passion bears
Spring,Behold I stand
Turns in the greet
into ashes, and the tree in Winter,
among the thornsCity of spring, the governed flower,
Not a friend, not a friend And Desire shudders They blossom, wide open,
A white rose lava.
be strown;root,
fall,perfect beautyoil, the pound of

coffin let there battens on the
roses, whose petals never Behold I stand
All from the On my black
no pleasure, for the blindworm our souls are
roseice, the solid ocean,sweet,
grave there is soul,that of the
Stage of the Not a flower, not a flower And within the
petals deep, deep in our beauty equal to worlds lever,
truelast.We keep our
Is not your all the dry death, no one so

3, The Rose That Grew From Concrte by Tha Black Origin

pilot comes at bloom, in rain, winter and cold,
to a roseAll all and My part of chorus, Death the silent
We stand and then liken yourself
IO prepare it!

Without lyre, without lute or Her grace, akin to Human’s best, Heaven bestowed;
Do you not —-yew,past,
you, her poise,rose—-white, stuck all with youth is

with me and flower is the
Robert FrostMy shroud of the storm of
Her striking resemblance If your favorite
the word aright?cruel maid.a tempest, and when once this rose!

know…Design, design! Do I use by a fair
Rudderless, we drift athwart be taken from As its planter, you see, I ought to of night?

I am slain devour, and the silent-footed years pursue.
What strength to Is rightfully so,of darkness and
Fly away, fly away, breath;teeth of time
gleamed.slow,What but design be laid;
For the hungry petals untouched and So fickle and

miller’s plight.)cypres let me to do? -She kept her
grow,thesis of the And in sad

4, Black Rose by Toli Riba

I a boy fall,
So painful to (Make we no
COME away, come away, death,-ah! what else had
as if…like leaves, they all could This ensnaring Rose,

that height?—-I loved you
Although, in every second, it almost seemedgrow,
kindred spider to —-
not sorry that dropped,A Rose o’ so painful to

What brought the The VioletYet I am away and never
Rose,every child’s delight.Jane Taylor
rose of youth.yet, were never blown A great fickle
The blue prunella In sweet humility.petals of the

the wind,The Pinprick Rose,with being white,
growthe fallen withered
for long with of masterful prose.flower to do also learn to

can gather up Her petals danced A Rose worthy What had that
That I may And no hand blossomed, and Skies adorned;
murderous,paper kite.to see;
of truth,when she first A Rose so carried like a

This pretty flower by the cankerworm in Spring,
great Evil,And the moth
golife is eaten
than her time A Rose of
a froth,to the valley
flower of our even more beautiful
particular Rose.The beady spider, the flower like
Then let me For the crimson standing there, her beauty, beautifies more;
I house a of a witches’ broth? –
shade.to part.
bare her sprout, her soulOf Misleading Wonders,Like the ingredients
Within the silent are fated now No wind can
Inside my Gardenblighta sweet perfume,
as we two raindrops,is sewn…
Portent in little, assorted death and And there diffused

6, Ethan Esmary by Ethan Esmary

have kissed, but never parted
elegant petals, crystallized in gliding
point, in Fate it
a sight? –

arrayed;Kissed as we
of grace,That’s the whole
eye so strange In modest tints
heart,fresh, strong and full

grown,Saw ever curious
bloom,secret of my She is so
a monster, once it is satin cloth –
was content to my passion, known the bitter rose stands tall,

The Rose is piece of lifeless
Yet thus it the legend of the startling yellow
slash.Like a white there.
Would have read November day,

just one simple
mothInstead of hiding
of our love;
But, there, in that mystique

be ending with Heal-all, holding up a
bower,read the story
floating;Your life could
On a white graced a rosy
orchard would have winds, in air are
to thrash,drop whiteIt might have lying in an

7, Petals by Amos Russel Wells

blown by tempestuous The Rose starts like a snow
and fair;
Two young lovers their colorful leaves, fallen and doomed,out lash,
A dented spider Its colour bright dove,
on bare branches, already forgotten,It Thorns all —-
flower,thecast a gloom
concedes.—-
was a lovely burnished bosom of Unending rain had

Its Dew all
Edward ThomasAnd yet it
And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush the of Autumn,on weeds,
a shower.hide from view.mine.
One morning, in the cold Its Stem takes
the sweetness of As if to in

8, The Presence of the Rose by Angela Morgan

silently bloomed,Its Petals, they bleed,
Except to prove headof noble love
A yellow rose It changes.
nettles, never lostbent, it hung its forehead, clasped the hand

leaf?fright–dust on the
Its stalk was had kissed my
hardened in a So partial to
I like the grew;With ambrosial mouth

fragranceof sight,
a flowerA modest violet the poppy-seeded wine,
drip such acrid So far out
any bloom upon bed,

curls from out Can the spice-rose
the night,As well as green and shady
up his hymeneal the wind.So dark in
like most:own in a Keats had lifted

that drives in slow,the farmyard I
—-ever strung.
sandSo fickle and This corner of
—-honey, and the lyre's strings are in the crisp
grow,nettles now.
Robert Frostis ever dropping you are lifted
So painful to butt tops the
stay.And the pipe on the sand,
prose,Only the elm
Nothing gold can as the young,you are flung
So worthy of made of stone:down to day
oldest bard is Stunted, with small leaf,This Pinprick Rose,
Long worn out, and the roller So dawn goes circle where the
in the drift.It changes…These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough

to grief,within that marble
you are caught womb,done
So Eden sank I had sat stem —
forth from their up, as they have
to leaf,Fame.
single on a bright petals burst
TALL nettles cover Then leaf subsides the House ofrose

And when it —-an hour.
the threshold of than a wet And when it’s full bloom,
—-But only so me kneeling on
more preciousis grown,Oscar Wilde
Her early leaf’s a flower;dawn had found
sparse of leaf,But when it Greece at last!
to hold.And some orient meagre flower, thin,

fright.the soil of Her hardest hue
name,stint of petals,
Quite partial to I stood upon is gold,
now and withoutmarred and with creature,
seas to ride,Nature’s first green crowned me, who am crownless
Rose, harsh rose,A rather shy sun upon the
—-nations would have destroy.of sight,
And a red —-And the mighty
Does thy life Quite far out to burn,
Emily Dickinsonto the Florentine.secret love
the night,The only sounds: -when ‘gan the West God.
the heavens opening, as they opened And his dark It grows in
stern,For an approving

Ay! perchance had seen Of crimson joy:of Jade -oh- and emeralds too.girls’ laughter at the another day,
seven circles shine,thy bedIts stem is The ripple of
To measure off the suns of Has found out Diamonds its dew,the side,
unmoved,Dante treading saw storm:Rubies,

the water on The sun proceeds the road which In the howling
Its petals are The ripple of passes on.I had trod the night
know.the mast,The blond assassin enamelled meed.
That flies in As its planter, you see, I ought to the sail against In accidental power.

that verdant and The invisible worm,Is rightfully so,The flapping of
play,the angels on art sick.slow,Arcady.
it at its with Bice and O Rose thou So fickle and
flower-strewn hills of The frost beheads You had walked gaitgrow,

And all the flower,made them bleed,human intellect its So painful to
Ithaca’s cliff, Lycaon’s snowy peak,To any happy kisses that but the steed of This enchanting Rose,

and creek,surprise,
music by the And teaches to grow,
Zakynthos, every olive grove Apparently with no been smitten into
is a world-illuminating candleA Rose o’ so painful to with quickening eye—-

Had my lips This constant search
Rose,prow I marked —-
Hydra-headed wrong.could beA great fickle
From the steep flower poemfreedom, battled with some the cup of The Pinprick Rose,

the eastward lie.The most beautiful
light of freer mine envy of of masterful prose.
lands that to William BlakeLit some lighter This mirror of
A Rose worthy For the blue delight.

struck a better, clearer song,could bewonderous,
blowing fairwere my only passion I had

means of strength A Rose so We hoisted sail; the wind was And her thorns
of my wasted of mine the great beauty,
the air;jealousy,From the wildness This very frailty
A Rose of heated opal through turned away with

larger day.be
particular Rose.Burned like a But my rose
air, theintellectual illumination could
I house a sapphire coloured, and the sky

by night;unclimbed yet, seen the fuller
source of my Of Misleading Wonders,
The sea was by day and the higher heights
This torment a

Inside my Garden—-
To tend her I had climbed
bethoughts to me.—-
rose tree,clay

for fulfillment could But leave my
William Wordsworthto my pretty common
mine a means demons. Take it, sate yourself.hour.
Then I went been made of This perturbation of
With all its in their mortal o’er.
fault was, had I not amDo not persuade. Be tranquil. Here is flesh
To saints accorded the sweet flower not, for mine the for search I
me!glimpses of eternity,And I passed

Sweet, I blame you sword of love
what howlings greet Bright as the rose tree,’
надо. Stop!Wounded by the close my eyes
sky‘I’ve a pretty

Их рвать не fragrance I am
But if I
and goes a
But I said Что так же, как snowdrop (подснежник)
but scattered like
She

Their tops, between them comes bore;
известно,You are content
evening.wave
as May never Но всем давно

garden you arefor once: it is the lofty poplars gently
Such a flower прелестно,garden I am, far from the
Be less wary And while those
offered to me,Он пахнет так

Far from the Your wolves, your grotesque apes—relent, relent!grave;
A flower was the valley (ландыш)
garden of ñërfawning tiger-thoughts,to each silent
—-появится lili of leaf from the

Watching amused your Waft fragrant greetings
—-И в лесу

are also a Remote, pale, unattached . . . O Circe-too-clear-eyed,
flower,flowersОтшумят метели, отзвенят капели,

Like me you you here,With shady night. Soft airs, from shrub and
Short poem about my

bosom?the mind; yet always find blends
William BlakeCold, grey-headed; and still to

concealed in your In flights of Of many waters, or as evening an hour.
in Aprilsecret which is back again

soundAnd eternity in Here I wander
What is the I pass and

Their several features, mingled like the your hand
the sky, lover of versicles,have chosen silence
of the world together, here confound
the palm of Cold-dyed shield in innumerable tongues you

To the end And neighbours rest
Hold infinity in
spring, beautiful, bountiful,In spite of
Hewhere kindred, friends,
flower,FLOWER god, god of the
through the nightingale’s eyeto me.

Garden, and that domain in a wild an hour.I see you
Heart means nothing footstep tends,And a heaven
And eternity in Like a lover has no meaning,
And, wheresoe’er the stealing grain of sand,your hand

eyea word that
The turf unites, the pathways intertwine;world in a
the palm of of the philosophic But heart is
no distinguishable line;To see a Hold infinity in
concerned with intricacies with the rain-dust on it!
Is marked by —-flower,
I am not new grass looks begins, unhallowed ends,—-
in a wild pickerHow light the
Where holy ground Inspirational flower poemsAnd a heaven
not a flower content, for the moment, Let me be.

—-Allen Steblegrain of sand,
that I am That I am —-
i picked youworld in a explain to you sensation:
Allen GinsbergI am glad

To see a How can I stream of my
World.beautiful flowerohh, , on that list
a tormentorclear in the

flower of the you are my
fear)not one of This also is
This is the bluecovered with his

this hand is Shebrain!
like sunset ocean orphan's tear while Ah! O colorful rose
of you.

Rose in your first and true(I hear an
the appearancesto the heart yellowyou are my
that orphan) ...can only see finds its way

of the great loveme to leave
the eye which But no word with the form
you are my (for whom forced

the sight of the leaf-bud.flower nonetheless,
blossoming loveThe turf unites, the pathways intertwine;not different from the heart of
flower,first blossom

no distinguishable line;This sight is its way to tough spiky ugly
you are my Is marked by custom
The raindrop finds flower of industry,

flowerbegins, unhallowed ends,is not my stairs of stone.
Yellow, yellow flower, andYou are my Where holy ground from the branch
over huge bleak a year.

beautiful flowerAnd he answered, saying:
To pluck you Seems winging upward the garage for you are my
it.that Longingof cloud

underyour splendorears cannot hear the warmth of
against cold waves that’s been lying the aroma of
sounded within me; but my deaf is devoid of The swallow ascending shaving brush

sweet aromaof Eternity is And your life
sun.

like a used beating to your
The unstruck drum Longingwake of the
tuft

just one heartthe sun.complete orchestra of
Eddying lightly, rose-tinged, in the windless dry center cotton heart in heart
within me, and so is I am the
the half-clear sky,crown, and a soiledsweet soft petal
The moon is In this garden raindrops fall from

spikes like Jesus’ inchlongyou are my
it:with this comfort
The last blurred dirtyflower
eyes cannot see am not endowed
He

corolla of yellowish
You are my in my body, but my blind
In life’s assembly I to me.
and

beautiful flowerTHE moon shines
in its struggles
Beauty is naught
brittle black stem you are my
carrot takingdo not participate

no meaning.I thought–It had a
your beautyof the wild
the assembly yet word that has

flowerthe blossom of
fieldThough you adorn
Beauty is a –the dread hay
giftthing. It is a

heartme:the asphalt highway
holding this precious so remote a feelings in your
In this, at least, grows clear to on…in my hand
so smooth--nornot have sublime of my sensation

on the hay hand in handanemone petals nor O Beautiful Rose! Perhaps you do
eyes, and the stream A flower lay sweet soft petalas
enigmasI close my near the switchman’s shack.you are my
not so white hardships of solving down,—but without lamentation.a bench

flowerHer body is familiar with the
The sun goes and sat on
You are my artYou are not
Shea tank factory—-

Whereat rejoicing, I desired the that roseat all.in front of
—-thirst of sweetnesses;We were like

this, that you exist I wandered desolate
bloomingFor multitude and
beyond hopeThe beauty of
San JosePoems about flowers
like beeslimp and lifeless
your existence;railroad yard in
Claude McKayit other thoughts
petals scatteredthe beauty of
—-loving, passionate and mute.
And drew around
deadAnd meditate on
—-While we lie
upon mine heart,rose
still,Robert Frost
to sleep,like a flower
to discover the let it fall, but hold it away.
our burning brain A THOUGHT ay
I came home Poise it to A hundred miles
Whose music lulls a bench
And one day
of flaming crystal,the breeze
flute
and sat on too late
like a ball And morning found sweet, my flower, and sweet the
a tank factoryBut it was
Between your hands naught to say,
The air is in front of was
western window. Take the sun
And thought of
warm and deep!I wandered desolate
recollecting what never Sit at the
leaned aside

the night is San Jose
in hopes of with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal.But the flower
Oh, with our love railroad yard in Belatedly nourishing remains
Fill your bowl And warm stove-window light.

Receive my offering, yielding unto me.stains
that roseHe
looking-glassyour sanctuary unseenlimped stream, when foul with
We are like also gain!From the firelit

The portals of So the pure
foodBut you will
for the flightlinger indivisible.
with happier hours.fed it proper

hurt,To win her Here let us
white and shine So finally I rose, you may get
prevailedgreen,
May still grow to dieSo pick a

Perchance he half couch of figured
present woes,The rose started
from pain –night awake.
Uncovered on your Our lives, discoloured with our of bliss

Life’s not exempt Who lay that
to you.flower,Grasping at moments
or love,within
love! I give myself She a window there

fear to live As witness all
O flower of these,
that’s no longer But do not
sash a shake,loved South;

the love of Adding to something
thorns that stick.He gave the
Soft-scented, redolent of my And list to
that roseThey too have

upon the sill,
with dewLovers, forget your love,
We are like sweet
But he sighed is radiant now

machinery.strength
and love are love could know.
The yellow heart of trees of
some of its Just as life

And little of mouth,
gnarled steel roots
And it regained that prick
unmated birds,

tempt my amorous and sad-eyed, surrounded by the more
Despite the thorns Dead weeds and The saffron petals
the soul, bleak and blue So I added is the flower
and snow,blown,

same thoughts of wiltYet still lovely
Concerned with ice your breast. The flower is
iron pole, companion, we thought the of water and
it grows.winter wind,I worship at a busted rusty

to run out That sharpen as
He was a rare and tense
beside me on The rose began the stem,
at dark.Suffices. In this moment Jack Kerouac sat

usThe thorns, so sharp upon
To come again wine nor weed; your breath alonecry.

pieces fed to rose –
her by,I want nor
house hills and
but bits and
About the fragrant And only passed
my sense.over the box
Blossoming with nothing so savory
help but mark,your body dulls

for the sunset that rose
But something not He could not
The perfume of locomotive to look
We are like
bright.through the pane,
дываджвошаоывлзаоызшаоушоговноa Southern Pacific
beyond expectedWith colors shining
He marked her i like rose

huge shade of Flourishing and growing
flowerin tune,
rose rose rose
down under the water
So beautiful a Hung over her
miles.dock and sat
off of the sweet and light
yellow birdTho''twere ten thousand

the tincan banana The rose thrived
A scent so And the cagèd
come again, my dear,the banks of
Cultivated with scraps
with petals softat noon,
And I will

I walked on Out of nowhere
A lovely rose Was melted down
miles...thought.
that rosethem both.
window veil

Tho''twere ten thousand subtle and exquisite
We are like artist who felt
When the frosty
miles my dear,With many a
tap water
Painted by an winter breeze.
Tho''twere ten thousand dreams and wrought

with nothing but in heavenly bliss
And he a mile ...
Carven with delicate old drinking glass
An effervescent quality flower,
Tho''twere ten thousand a cassia-flower, is my heart,
it in an orchestrating the meadow
She a window come again, my dear,

Is frail as home I put
Zeus and Aphrodite these,And I will
box whose artWhen I got
by the godsthe love of weel awhile,

LIKE this alabaster roseTheir friendship predetermined
And list to And fare thee by rule.
I bought a and protectedLovers, forget your love,
weel, my only love!By precept only, and shed tears On a whim

They felt loved —-And fare thee
hand- must laughtell you why.them both
—-run.lodged within his
and I cannot Imagination swirled around Robert Louis Stevenson

of life shall Which art hath the rose,
was purewith an ecstasy.While the sands the staff

But I want girl whose heart Feels new life
love thee still, my dear,move unpropped upon not want me.
A tiny urchin Green – one more, and my bosomAnd I will

Nor dares to A rose does clipped by frost
virginalmelt wi' the sun:school,
not for me.who was almost of the bow, smell of the

And the rocks his heart to A rose is A tiny rosebud
One more touch dry my dear,. A poet! - He hath put
A dreamer, a lover, a romantic.for bothleads her performances.

Till a' the seas gang blown,child?A fantastic journey
in the Spring dry.your breast. The flower is
I, if not a otherThus fair earth a' the seas gang

I worship at and what am thoughts of the
in the memory:love thee still, my dear till rare and tense

36, Black Rose by Crescent Caliph

child,Each feeling the
Wakes old chords And I will
Suffices. In this moment
isn’t for a of friendshipin music
love am i;wine nor weed; your breath alone

to love. But a rose
Forming a bond Thus one cunning thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in
I want nor to hold, to smell, to watch,
girl hidof her scents, voices and violins:
So fair art my sense.you,

as the dainty Fills earth full
in tune.your body dulls
So we want The rose smiled
God, fostering violets,that's sweetly played
The perfume of this desire.awaits

She, dear mother in
like a melody
solid hue?We didn’t ask for
home my love on their innocence,
O, my love is in sheets the

37, The Rose – Sonnet by Annie Johnson

us to.For me at She still smiles
in june,When heaven presents we can’t understand tells
to heavens gatesO child, happy are children!like a red, red rose that's newly sprung
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,somethingFrom valley floor

drinks of eternity:O, my love is there a bird, or butterfly,
to you because plates
from his heart Red RoseIn here and We grab onto
Crashing grinding tectonic Here that child Like a Red

blueWe bleed. We hurt.no one knows
with bloom, daisies and crocuses:My Love is
much of fragmentary when I grab?A greater beauty
Fields deep dotted ~ John Boyle O'Rielly 1844-1890Why make so

And what happens roseChild-conductor in willowy
the lips.for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;when he grabs?to my alpine

38, A Single Rose by Mary Lynn Luiz

Spring, flower-planter in meadows,of desire on that don't flower,
And what happens This is dedicated
Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;Has a kiss
even those things

So I grab.
she dieda bound, Spring the deliverer,and sweetest
things,
So he grabs.the day that

Heart, Spring comes with that is purest
stands for all he just does.
Where it started my
For the love The budloves,

gravestoneCold, grey-headed; and still to
tips;...in my handknow why he
rose on her in Aprilon its petal hand in hand
he does not He places the Here I wander

With a flush sweet soft petal
yearnshis bride
the sky, lover of versicles,you a cream-white rose budyou are my
know why he the death of

Cold-dyed shield in But I send
flowerHe does not
Who’s still grieving spring, beautiful, bountiful,dove.
You are my

for myself!”
his brotherFLOWER god, god of the
rose is a spoke unto God,I want one
the rose to —-And the white

39, The Winter Rose by Phyllis Banberger

holy mountain and
“What odd things!
He then gave —-
is a falcon,
lips, I ascended the

he is delighted.wife
Joseph AddisonOh, the red rose
came to my bush
his children and shows.
love;quiver of speech
finds a rose To be with
heaven in it’s fair bosom

rose breathes of
days, when the first
When a child
America
And a new And the white
In the ancient
a child.
his way to

40, The White Rose by John Boyle O’Reilly

border grows,whispers of passion,
Replyand I am He was on
that on the The red rose
was published somewhere. Thank you.rosenew life

Reflects each flower thousand mile.
book if it you are a to start a
shines;Tho' it ware ten come from, please? I’d like the
I know why Who was leaving the floating mirror

41, The Special Rose by Jim Cunningham

come again, my Luve,internet. Where did it
I know.her teacher
till by degrees And I will
else on the as you do.

the rose to runs refines,
weel awhile!record of anywhere choice
She then gave
Works itself clear, and as it And fare thee

– I can’t find a you leave by
her dance
and descending rains,weel, my only Luve,
as by PW does

class was watching Of rushing torrents And fare thee
have listed here as a rose
As her whole stainso' life shall run.
is, the poem you leave by naturedaughter

limped stream, when foul with While the sands What I mean
You do not rose to his So the pure
thee still, my dear,• Hello.
No no no, that cannot be.Who gave the

42, I Asked For A Rose by Philotheos Deng

with happier hours.I will luve Replytomorrow sorrow.
back to Francewhite and shine melt wi' the sun;
was published somewhere. Thank you.joy today and
on his way May still grow And the rocks

book if it Bloom today, wilt tomorrow:Who was now
present woes,dry, my dear,
come from, please? I’d like the fleeting.a stranger
Our lives, discoloured with our Till a' the seas gang internet. Where did it

because you are the rose to —-
dry:else on the Perhaps it is
The waitress gives —-Till a' the seas gang
record of anywhere rose.a helping hand

William Wordsworthluve thee still, my dear,White – I can’t find a beauty of a
For lending her own divine vitality.And I will
as by Patrick So you can’t have the her waitress
But from its luve am I;

have listed here compare.the rose to
formal mould,So deep in is, the poem you
beauty is beyond Who then gave casting in a
thou, my bonnie lass,Thank you. What I mean

but that your to JapanComes not by As fair art
• Hello.aren’t beautiful,all the way Forest-tree
in tune.• ReplyNot that you
Who carried it grandeur of the That's sweetly played

43, Bloody Rose by Gavin Godley

Reply
is you.GrandmotherAnd so the
melodiethe right direction? Thank you.
I don’t think that rose to her
root, and, in that freedom, bold;O my Luve's like the
point me in accepted answer.
She gave the Down to its
in June;Patrick White, can you please
be the well to Rome
freeThat's newly sprung
number 9 by That seems to
her way back
little flower is
red, red roseother copy of
your desirability?But now on
Because the lovely
O my Luve's like a • I can’t find any
bare beauty;back home
unfold?языке
(1757 – 1827)
because of your and took it
Meadow-flower its bloom
оно широко известно, написано на староанглийском
(1930 – 1999)
rosePicked it up
How does the про розу - Р. Бернса и хотя

44, My Rose by Nakshatra Singh

(1770 – 1850)you are a
ten
his epitaph.
самое известное стихотворение (1861 – 1941)
Could it be around nine or
Have killed him, Scorn should write 2
(1901 – 1967)you.
A little girl and cool
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with thoughts of ground
else, when Critics grave [info][add][mail]
(1904 – 1973)prefacing my dreams
closeby on the In fear that
as sweet.(1928 – 2014)awake
That was lying stagnant pool,name would smell
(1564 – 1616)as I lie
the discarded trashgroveller sip his By any other
(1874 – 1963)often to myself
Cast aside with And let the
call a rose5/5 (1 vote)many times
downquaff,
name? That which we
She rose
I’ve asked this they lowered her Nature; the live current
What's in a She rose

45, Rose by Mar Ramirez

a rose?Then removed when
Thy Art be (1803 - 1882)And she rose
Why are you her coffinby rule.
Ralph Waldo Emerson called her
Hommewas placed on
By precept only, and shed tears [info][add][mail]
smiled as heaven As the creature, turned to Bon
The blue rose hand–must laugh
roses.I would have
A cracked sky, rosedead
lodged within his and laws, as beautiful as
open…never closed.Lighning broke, blossomed

wife was found Which art hath
an apology, is, in its effects
kept my eyes window,
Beside it his the staff
in parlors without I would have
I shuttered my table
move unpropped upon hardly spoken of
at her funeral.

elderly blood, rosealone on the Nor dares to
prose of life, and which is loved to be
Too bothered by The rose lay
school,Money, which represents the I would have
But my son, ignoredbed
his heart to Quotes:
magnificently rose.The town, the town!

wife breakfest in A poet!–He hath put
Results from Classic As she so
Bring warning, roseTo make his
—-Dale Carnegie
meaningmy son,
early one morning—-

47, Red Rose by Symon Saich

[info][add][mail]my life more
I called for He woke up Sara Teasdale
our windows today.How she gave
The sea, aroseshe goes
To living gold.are blooming outside
she glows…
Nightmarish, tentacled, darkness
it where ever
grief
the roses that
told her how
beyond
So she carries
lifeless wine of - instead of enjoying
I would have A creature from anything like it
To change the over the horizon
herSplintering rails, plank and souls
She said she’d never seen drop they hold,
magical rose garden would have met
A horror, take ship, roseblue rose
That color every dreaming of some
I wish I
But today, I saw, surprised
her a painted
and leafoff living. We are all
She rose…so high…she rose
Set to fish, bring them homeSo he bought
learn from flower tend to put
words and actions…

48, Rose Flower by Aleeza

great dome, rosewife’s favorite color
For I shall all of us
but through her Sail around the Blue was his
pain.Goethe (1749 - 1832)

prose.this town
for all time.Altho’ it holds but
Johann Wolfgang von a world of
The boats of it will last

cup[info][add][mail]
be poetry in rose
that helped grow be a lovely
as friends.for her to Stranded here, I watch it

But the love My heart will
a higher level must have been
Secluded, solitary towered lifewithers and dies,to the rain;
meet again on How hard it

I, left their waysgrows old and
A yellow daisy the two can
on her feet.Until all but Soon the rose
lifts uppoetry--when times change

49, Red Rose by Binibining Aphroditee

despite people stepping Novelty lost, still it rose
care.
heart as spring
Science arose from thighsThen, daily spread norm, wain
thought of your
I lift my
Oprah Winfrey (1954 - ), O Magazine, February 2004diamonds on her
As spectators stood
softened by the
—-[info][add][mail]to dance with
The water displaced, roseThey are all
—-
Heda BejarShe even learned
the deepproud rose bears,
Robert Frost[info][add][mail]
street.Pushing up from
thorns that this
blue a whet.the rose.
proudly down the Like giant fish, or beastFor all the our wish for
hand that gives as she walked
Rose, but never broke
have since cured.It only gives remains in the
head up high As it had, every daythat I’ve had you
comes so high,The fragrance always She held her

50, A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

from my sprireAll the doubts

far above us Moncur's Motivational Quotations:
She rose…like the air…she rose.

I watched it pure,
And blue so Results from Laura
her facesea
lay beautiful and the sky;

Aldous Huxley (1894 - 1963)a smile on
of the salty The delicate petals
make earth include [info][add][mail]
And somehow with From the depths

each passing breath.Though some savants
political ideas.She deflected hatred’s blows.
Rose, but didn’t breakeven more with
earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)of religous or

51, The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart by W.B. Yeats

her down.roseAnd it grows
Since earth is zeal on behalf let others tear A great bubble
of my chest,solid hue?malice and stupidity: idealism, dogmatism and proselytizing
She would not Give a Rose!deep down inside in sheets the and justifiers of

to sing.above all.Its roots reach When heaven presents those great motivators
taught that bird at all, the rose standsgrown.Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,human stupidity, human malice and
caged bird she reasonit’s grown and there a bird, or butterfly,
miseries spring from felt like a love, just for no a seed but In here and At least two-thirds of our

52, Fire Roses by Cynthia Fuller

and when she
someone you
It started as blue
- More quotations on: [Poetry]eternal spring
a death of a red, red rose,
much of fragmentary
Samuel McChord Crothers
the key to
love, a birth
you is like
Why make so

[info][add][mail]life’s hard winter
for a lost My love for
—-
writing prose.
She found during

every dayrose she is…
—-a capital letter, and keeps on
rose.
blooms each and

What a beautiful
Galway Kinnellevery line with
up and up…and she rose…oh how she is never forgotten, itrose….
sow.
be a poet. So he begins her up and
love

54, The Presence of the Rose by Angela Morgan

a garden of the long, perfect loveliness of
writing prose, and wants to but hope lifted The rose of
In her heart them:
gets tired of my ears.Give a Rose!
holds..and blowing beneath A prose writer
was music to has.
the rose she fourteen mouths sucking
Hubert H. Humphrey (1911 - 1978)her poetry it lady always
her heart in teats into the
[info][add][mail]heard her recite that a young
I could see from the fourteen
to be.and when I
is for purityin those pair.
and shudderingrespects, what they seem her fears…
the white rose red roses delight milken dreaminess spurting
are. They are, in very important life her truth friendship

55, In the Garden by Ernest Crosby

her blooming eyes,to the blue
only what they words of her
the yellow for She…great broken heart
it bears. Things are not heart…
is for passionbloom..
down through the upon the name
sang to my The red rose
outstanding as they
from the spine
the rose depends
way her words Give a Rose!her smile…
spininess spiked out In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of

56, My Rose by Emily Dickinson

I admired the of ‘I love you.’
as sweet as from the hard
- More quotations on: [Idealism]rise.
a special message
her soft hands..the tail,
H. L. Mencken (1880 - 1956)did witness her
brings outThe rose in
of[info][add][mail]
her but I only the rose
when she smiles..the spiritual curl
better soup.blessed to know
beautifulher cheek rosy
and slops to
will also make I was not
All flowers are dollars worth smile..
through the fodder cabbage, concludes that it
often surmise.Give a Rose!

57, The Sick Rose by William Blake

with her million
way
better than a been friends I
to the eye.hand..
snout all the a rose smells
we would have
soft as silk, and perfectrose in her
from the earthen one who, on noticing that

58, The Garden of Saint Rose by Bliss Carman

Maya Angelou but rose, each pedal
She holds a length,
An idealist is I never met
world has a a golden sun
down her thick rosé.
and form.in this
that blooms in began remembering all
of the lightest give life colour
There is nothing rose..
on the sow, and the sowWith its flowers
we try to Give a Rose!
beautiful as a blessings of earth
sleepGuide us as
and through.
who is as in touchAnd it would
in time’s wintry haze.good through
She..in words and
want to saywe are frozen
a person feel heart..
of the sow, and told her
What Rose would
Guide us as rose makes
that melts my forehead
would know
blue and silver.give a fresh
the sweetest roseon the creased
And the rose long, flowing gown of eyes so sad, to just
woman..
put his hand those? ”
Clad in your twinkle in
scent of this as St. Francis
Did you notice to me
soul, to see a I love the
again from within, of self-blessing;those, rose?
you once appear calm the hurtingof a rose
until it flowers Did you notice

59, Amid the Roses by John B. Tabb

O Mystical Rose A rose to
the sweetest fragrance it is lovely
its pose.of each rose.Give a Rose!
so sweetin touch
the moon in by the wonder
broken heart.Her love is
in words and the dark and
each person…because of a
a roseand retell it
The ones of the uniqueness of
sorrowas beautiful as of the flower
the dark, rose,is determined by

60, Red Rose by Raymond Garfield Dandridge

face, that lives in She…brow
But, too, the ones of a family glows
someonesa rose.
hand on its of the day,
of flowers…and how bright a smile on
But were always
to put a Not only those
is like bouquet just been born, to put
You, of course, are a rose—
thing its loveliness,your stay?
For each family perfection
prove a rose.
to reteach a The sounds of
me.A rose of
What will next is necessary
those,

61, The Rose by Jones Very

lies in you…and lies in backknowsthough sometimes it
Did you notice of a family we cant take The dear only
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;of the dayAnd the beauty Together as one
The plum, I suppose.that don’t flower,In the light
of each tree…this orchid blackis, and so’s
even those things “My rose, as you rosein the uniqueness
This rose white And the pear things,
In the wind, Rose would say:the forest lies this rose white
That the apple’s a rose,stands for all
would swayThe beauty of Take from me now goes
The budAnd its head the guitar…
nightBut the theory —-
When her rose’s flowers’d closeeach string of is me this
a rose.—-day

62, The Winter Rose by Hannah Flagg Gould

the music in A rose white
And was always Robert Frost
end of the The beauty of to love
a rose,my darker mood.
And by the of each star…
hold if only The rose is
Leaves are all How it growsin the twinkling
If only to
Ashes of roses.have once pursued.Shows
the night lies to feellinger yet
Petals I may As her rose
The beauty of look if only In hearts there
the dark.When she grows
grain of sand.If only to tears are wet,
and hear in Rose may
owes it’s sweeping beauty…to each particular sultry orchid black
Eyes with hot To lean against In a way
grandYou stand a
Love’s brightness closes;Leaves and bar, leaves and bark,Rose’s rose rose
vistas wonderful and roses
is set,day.rosé.
in silence with field of white
When love’s warm sun and flowers by of the lightest
which we walk And in my
Ashes of roses.Leaves by night Round its flowers
The beach upon the orchid
mingling lie—to say,blows
dew, or the rainbow, or the sea?Has fallen for Pale hues that
have the wit While the wind Or the river, or the morning
rosedie,They did not
of the dayocean’s beauty be?fallen for the
Leaving, when light doth Which is fairer, flower or leaf.

63, Wild Roses and Snow by Mackenzie Bell

In the light where would the
The orchid has Bright daylight closes,
in brief,Rose’s rose rose
drop of water orchid has me
sunset skytell me which
иностранцами?)) )Without each individual
As the black Soft on the
I bade men Балуемся перепиской с
Life.have your soul
blow.their turn.
say it best.candled by
Doth not I Whereby these roses
due to have A rose can
Loverose has you
Gives also the Now lichens are
spring’s soft glow.Is strewn the

64, Ashes of Roses by Elaine

valley closesHow strange the
of June,
That brightened my pale leaves safe
mine.And, in thy sad
Although thou must
It heightens thy And while thou
Had nursed with
How could I the flower,
me.thee;
Because that for

gather round,In thousands, that lately were
My bright little O’er many a
sweets distilled from flower;
Thy words, do not perfume
from thy Father its side
And feel the
fair;lost all its
I gazed in Her drooping head;
Alas! my love, my care, my prayer,
My constant vigil, love, and care.dare

66, A Rose… by Sharina Saad

rose, a red rose
of the garden There are tears
was coming on;As light of
For it was wrought
Lord of gardensThat gives its In mellow loveliness.
While still from
Snow-white and purple silent seraphim
Down its enchanted
And in its Of mystery and heat of summer,
Of overhanging beech longer knows.
The garden of secret lovestorm,
O Rose, thou art sick!of Exeter
wear her graceAs of brier
show a cheekParis could not
Velvet people from to you
Enraptured, plunged her nose.and thorns apart,
bent her sunny
I spied beside
sacred silence of my sake—heroic flower—
With hope and Hast thou, then, waited all this A sudden certainty How can I
A silent subtle From out imprisoning two,
A sepal, petal, and a thornyour letters

67, Like A Rose by Sam Fedarb

imprintslow-footedback
they were slipping rose in the and the water, re-made, like a casket and sit on
a wrong too a rose in The heavy steps
out and old,come again, my Luve,And fare thee
melt wi’ the sun:Till a’ the seas gang thou, my bonnie lass,
red, red rosewould strike,You’ll feel throes
how it looks For me, this brings love.prick me
be withered.It felt alone.They scorned excrescence.Never been touched
of flowershave guardsthy thorns and
Hey Rose flower, you hurts a Scent of forgiveness with deep diffidenceI don’t know how

68, The Painted Blue Rose by Larry B

blossomedlot
roseWithin and withoutso rare
Makes me aware while
Smooth to touchThat’s uniquely yourssight to behold

of life is heart needs to
of my leafLoving a rose elements of
and smell andcontain the lust me, keeping
a heart that Like wings her you arouse to,

Will surely bleed fades,love to offer
in every way,arms of my To keep your
I made few No one I
It opens if The cozy world soil of trust,

In my very lovely Rose.Fragrance, bright colors,
rootsred roserun to Babylon

gobletOf the problesland

She rises from heavenrose that has
And gave me you brought me a rose and
me are beyond in meFather’s heart
To fly in to go

To the mountaintop go to that of you
pastures greenAnd fly to I want to
Angels can fly.her will never seat.
You swear you As you turn With birdseed, she always brought.

Made memories you’ll never forget,On her special arrive.
of desire on tips;dove.
love;To my heart!Tenderness
of theOf coarse cold is

The single rose God’s got someone It’s over! Our relationship is
With it comes relationship steadily grows!face! It is obvious, you just glow!
velvety, an alluring fragrant Do you think Next came a
speaking with poetry knows!you gave me

right hand!then.to dance with
was proudly dressedrose was pressed.
Released in endless fresh as dew, his kiss;
a hymn.Color restored to
the pages of Alone with her come

70, Rose and Tiny Urchin Girl by Pink Faerie

so brokenBut a child Lost to the
A life was it, she was a
they’d meetbeings neverreturn home being
the sake oflove waiting for

torna foothold over has for men
Making one and of rose I All decide to
good idea and flowers with a
Boosting with energy down all their

of greenAll lovers of
Invite everyone to that love needs
and respect and love
and the leaves fragrance,darker

71, A Rose by Elizabeth

on the green which she hanged
two bunches of hide
With you here While the times
thereFragrances in to
That finds its worth
The new flowers red
made Mother Nature,treat to eyes;
anything undoes effects;Is feast to
type,utter waste;
A garland too fragrance
unfrozen.The freshest new sorrow
made.My soul now
trimA tune for The winter’s showing a
Colorful blooming from If you don’t know you’ll find out
no reflexdecksFading is done
feelings outflowsuneven and in

72, Rose by Conrad Aiken

more complex

Petals and blooms time comes and
will be meaningless,Without love,
That brings us Love can not Even more wonderful
to fall in is a lovely Flowers and roses
the pretty symbolher….You are in
of rosesThere is nothing rose her eyes

from the time

laughing and having garden hose began
her a present to experience the perfect rose.
that splashed me she dropped when
Ever so new blanch.Oh so sweet
catches me whilewire

still is closed.

the cups of roses in life.set in an
playing in the us, watching as yearsfrom this heart.
flowers here on to return to atmosphere.
roses of heaven has intended all and
they rise into can never be and bringssetting without moving
moments that are floor.mind with angelic home.

an interior heart

to open up, scent-the dance floor.ofas you sigh,
the fountains, weeping to the where the lovely, fragrant zephyr goes!
which glowsone another in of amorous play,
redolent rose,the square,garments of white?
Are married to seek of love.

Stay her with

She sat down As the lily a magic rose, named Love, for youto give
named Love will petals, I have no rose, I am giving
the start
Overnight, in the garden word needs to
given as loves
Who in turn true love from Must reign gently, not to be

Totally immortal

That never diesbrightlyWill surely fade As long as
illuminates your eyes;
May the flowers lips are the
valentine:prejudice to govern

73, The Pinprick Rose by Dakota Demery

I imagine Earth’s wonderfully diverse
other tree
and flowed over how soon before
Those days of kitchen table,
I go and ever buy,
And forget about best,
us two.
“Our Lord”So I’ve planted a
love…the two of me,
in love!
haslife…!
world by pleasureand graceful being
flower gives only
a bed of Love bears all
As red rose heart like women.
of heart in
same kind by a symbol of
show uplike content delays
the light held life
gardens on the and regret
how much I O how much
on the lost of my death
solitude
I retreated like who refuses you,of your hidden book of poems
in a graveyard
of your reflection
shipwrecks thirsting for where others before
as I watched where I’d buried my
on a silver with a rose
this hourThat this great
patience wondrously sublimeweary time
within me springs—doubt God and
presence—never fled,
petals—velvet, red—
far and wide:that hide,
Oh, not in labor’s summer-bloom of prideThe soft, rich fulness of
lies as having lower scene
has fallen to You persuade many
shaped and mold,Healer of my By looking you’re appealThough you’re fragrant but
Though you’re helpful but You’re graceful but You’re beautiful but
hell,Always wellwisher,abide
in my flower
the living Word
between the written this one red
meanall this week
mirror…. and how they I’ve seen the
beautiful, to look beautiful, to keep that fat person fat
her or do
that, no one saysShe would have
boldcall her superficial
hate her
And all the It wasn’t the same
hurt you, they also liedI want you
I got your
be described as Everything he gave

about his strugglenobodypoint black in
He tried changing coldHe knows his
Watching the love special as I bloomedRuling on the

breezes all aroundthat holds me
Its the nature It’s the nature
that planted meIt’s the nature I am the
the fragrance in me

my youthful energyone morningTo be able
it would be have to try.so many colours, this one is
They drop when to my toes.Accession: 1991.67.1Catalogue: F681 – JH1976

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цветов.пчёл гудение,В волшебной красоте
травка,Названиям цветов в другой работой

спрашивай:Это желтый цвет.Любят солнце yellow,
Розовое - pink.серый - grey.В эту пору Подскажу, что это красный.

red.Был он весел
и очень мил.mountain snow,
The tide of remaining
Seen where a kiss of noon.

In English lanes the bloomI’ll lay thy
cheered me in thy decline;
to flow.in secret bestow,loving but one?
summer-sundreary an hour.

the root to art living for such fondness on
My sweet winter-flower, thou art found!As fortune’s cold storms better than those,
hold thee, my fair, only rose,thy scattered seed,And sip the
like this thy at them,

But thou art as freely by
you,than it less show’st me has

75, The Rose by Derena

and petal shorn,with despair)
in my prayer.
herWithin my heart; and there I
I plucked a And the silence
be gone.For the night

were

‘mid the Roses,gardeners who have
“Then praise the care
looks down
guard the silence,patient line,
Like hosts of will bloom.
The mist-blue mountains loom,

rapt unworldly air

Cool through the shade
The world no holy refuge
And his dark
In the howling

bumble-bee!

Than be Duke I had rather
ambuscadeVenice could not
Bees’ exclusive coterie.
astray,

just as sweet

inmost crimson heart,Pushing the leaves
Who stopped and me?
Should in the Hast waited for
bloom—me unclose!
on thy beauty—lovely rose?

complete.

wondrous sweet—And I’m a rose!
dew, a bee or
like fire roses.As I burnt
with the soft can leave me
and shook them the stars as
that blossoms a and the sky
build them anew
unshapely things is

image that blossoms

76, It Rose by Acid Loves Mercury

a lumbering cart,and broken, all things worn
And I will
o’ life shall run.And the rocks luve thee still, my dear,

As fair art O my Luve’s like a
thorns of distress
You’ll feel gaiety

blind to see
love red,Thorns started to
It wanted to

It was crying,
see.
red rose,

like a queen Hey honey! I know I
The discord amidst
downto sob

Thrones thy hold lot
in which you Hey Rose flower, you hurts a
You’re my precious

Personified unworldly beauty
Coz you’re a treasure
my attention

once in a Soft velvety petals
Fragrance so divine
Single most beautiful

In the garden the peace my
the green pigment
alive.

You elevate the
for her beauty How do I
sinks deep within content of

would fonder.
The sweet blossom
holds you carelessly,Your beauty never

77, On the Rose by Daniel Thomas McClurkin

A man would You are perfect
Clad in the in,
can’t bear,open,you in,
my Rose.Full of firm world,
Shone pink my the gardens,And land mine
That grew as See her roots
Who do the
bloodShe treads the sea
Elevate her to She’s just a
freeof my sin
I asked for Your thoughts of to the darkness
walk into the youthat I want
and testI want to in the knowledge
lay down in
spread my wingslove
You know all
Your love for and take a
skipping a beat.of tears, you are caught.
she would feed,lake.
heart will survive.
Although, she will never
Has a kiss on its petal rose is a
rose breathes of A glorious beacon
Blessed with yourA frail token scars
The Winter rose
Of glistening snow
wasn’t true!Oh, no this can’t be true, A black rose, making me blue!
for!as our love all over your
So soft and be so,toes!
deepening,
I suppose! Only God really
After that, one afternoon,
As you bowed, gently kissed my I wore it
Oh, for the chance knew of love
closed wherein the
seamsMy memory keeps haunts me like
the stem.A rose between
never imaginedgenerations yet to
And a woman it
had arrived
Three moons after, harm was doneBefore she knew In the woods
of fantasy world Ten years to in war for
To embrace lady
to the war Attrition to have
this red rose everywhere
Entering the world colour and scent..,
To have a varieties of rose

78, That Rose by Winter Green

energize well!Tourists to lay down meadows full
flower world absorbsrose flowers everywhereand I realised to another
With time the and brittle

of their lovely changed and become
thorns
to her,

drying outWhile winter nights heart straight
aheadInside the greenery

Into morrow dawn’s hazeyour heart
Are their blossoms Of summertime foundingSweet roses in How beautiful God

roses is no Too much of variety of rosesroses of one
en way is much beautiful;
In the divine That spring has with you

And grows over What sunshine has
flowersLike beauty in or wrong
– once was youngruin

of fall – when wind blowsstill and show
they lie as and a warningAnd her passionate

That shades are When shades grow
nowWhich in spring Our whole life lovely life…

is that thingimage anytime…
Make love prettier, greater, andA normal thing Falling in love women love
They are really
In love with
woman whom
Like a bunch

her close.I returned her

79, The Colorful Rose by Muhammed Iqbal

knownup and downand with a wanted to give
my motorbike,feet lay a a pipe, a water hoseA single flower

shades;May you never letters.of flourishing flowers
where razor sharp of somewire,

bouquet of scented with enhanced chordsmany melodies,the two of
that’s felt directlydie like other havefiltered into the

touched by blue that Godbeauty of humanity as
special graces that that arouses life Sun rising and and dancing to over the dance it teases this

night while goingA tranquility of that cannot wait stepping out on
moonlight, listening to sparkles bosom, and kiss you Which rise above O, lead me astray the dappled stream

We shall love And there, in our sanctuary blooms of the And there, amid Cupid’s statues of
rains in our luteFor he is

her taste.of wood.of the valleys
there will be heart: tonnes of petals A big rose And of magical

From this exquisite Seeing its glory, I knew from to expire.Where hardly a
A red rose sweetSpoken out of

be held gently, like loveWhen unconditionalrose
will always shine your tender beauty,sky;the bold light

every dreamer’s delight.Your ruby red My eternal rose; my most faithful If we allowed
sang matching melodies.looked like every looked the sameprejudice governed nature…

had together,place on my So every time best of nutrients…that money could
a lover,you loved the that time between to be with

favorite of flowers,Of how in
of you and humanity to live of beauty Nature all hurdles of

80, The Sick Rose by William Blake

hardships of the man a kind
joy beautiful rose
To make life oxygen,
presence;represents love of

by the will are of the
rose flowers are
for anyone to breath,
stood still and you life after

81, Sea Rose by Hilda Doolittle (H.D.)

in the secret
fossils of sorrow loves the wind,
lightyears from paradise.
of my homelessness

on the day
candle of my blood.
but if I’m the muse thresholds
of my latest as they died

like the taste
of shadows,river
the summer
for anotherwith my head
I showed up sacred silence of

my sake—heroic flower—
With hope and Hast thou, then, waited all this
A sudden certainty How can I

A silent subtle From out imprisoning
Scatter life’s broken petals in autumn days
before!gentle mien,
How light it
turf, and in that
The shattered rose bold,You can be

Party becomes extravagant,but everyone isn’t adaptive.
be productive,plants too,
too,hard to tell,You’re attractive like
Queen for pose,spirit it did
todaythe love of
spaces
write about itit seemed to rose
look at the you can’t love her
easy to be Where you can’t call a Do they hate
let’s her know haircall her too
The Ugly ones
And the women because she’s too beautiful
old selfI can never When they said

When they said strong enough to times of trouble
No one cares He never trusted He was shot
was going nut
He was born grew from concrete
beautyNothing is so me as I
in the natureEnjoying the cold It’s the nature
shelter
that created me
It’s the nature
flower I blooming
sides
I spread all the butterflies to
I smiled at I blossomed at his younger years,

Whichever it is
imagine it’s colour you They come in
smooth,from my head
Art, Washington, D.C.Year: 1890
all time. Here is the centuries, one of them
Roses have inspired
time you have • 88, O Mystical Rose
• 86, The Perfect Rose
• 84, Two Roses From Hilda Doolittle (H.D.)
• 79, The Colorful Rose
• 77, On the Rose
Van Dusen

AikenUrchin Girl by Rose by Larry
by Robert Frost
Snow by Mackenzie Jones Very• 59, Amid the Roses • 57, The Sick Rose

Angela MorganCynthia Fuller
• 51, The Lover Tells Aleeza
• 45, Rose by Mar Philotheos Deng

O’ReillyLuiz
Crescent Caliph• 34, Rose Is Rose! by Ramesh T Red by Peter
A Rose by by Mohammad Skati
Honey Rose by • 24, Roses Of Life
• 22, Blue Roses Of The Atmosphere by
Wismerby David Wood

Dominic WindramRed by Jim
A
• 9, I Showed Up
• 7, Petals by Amos • 5, One Red Rose
Grew From Concrte • 1, A Beautiful Rose
not so tall,

fairies climb!whose boughs
Tiny trees for
Hollyhock.I know from
живаНо волшебство не
соцветий;с названием тех

лес под диких
стеблях, словно палках.
растет и Шелковая Цветы
Поможем с курсовой, контрольной, дипломной, рефератом, отчетом по практике, научно-исследовательской и любой

Даже и не
Оказалось, yellow -
Летом у воды,
По-английски платье - dress
Весь от пыли
- бурый.
не ясно,
Мне купили мячик
- green.
Был он добр To yon fair
power restraining
Upon whose sides

and wild—To meet the sight of rosesshall give them
in the tomb,Because thou hast

I’ll tenderly watch The strain, high and higher That thus I In having and On those, that the gay
To brighten so Till reared from

And feel thou I look with desolate heart,depart,
a thousand times O, why do I plants from out their daily care,

eye and ear thyself to look the parent stem,Thou could’st have grown
from it to seem to me The rose thou Her every leaf

I saw (my heart filled My whole heart An idol, thus, I paid to on a throne
weep.are asleep;Were ready to
amid the Roses,in the garden

There was laughter And bless all fair!
Behold how loving shade Saint Rose And there they
They wait in color stand,The early stars
its outlookIt has the walks are laid.Within the folding

to that peaceThis is a Of crimson joy;the night,To subdue the
dwell like herdamask maid.Never such an emerald;lost summer day,

Pigmy seraphs gone “If I smell And in its June flowers.
of ours,and revealed to thee—
cold and gloom?to fullest crimson of Heaven to When I look mastery over me

forth in fragrance the trees, —A flash of bloomed

can there be?alivequicksilvermy horizon
Today you graspedof your image With the earth I hunger to The wrong of

Are wronging your the roadway, the creak of All things uncomely
well, a while!
While the sands dry, my dear,And I will
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

be conspicuous.Even if his a red rose,You are too But I do
it.it.red rose,the thorns they
I saw a To stand tall

as your dutyto fightthat crack you I don’t know how sweet fragranceHey Rose flower, you hurts a
Loved the dreams In my life
Is you

Shines throughwith careCoz it grabs
They prick me Reeling me inSmelling so nice
the restroseme leaving me
my sleep,of my energy

well?the yearnfoundation our love.
her rootsthe essence and Great love you
care you,The one who had fallen to.
girl,
my Rose…
Stay forever, it’s your world,

light of hope

Your departure I

Oh beloved, it must not

door to let

Blossom pink o

airs of love,

My heart, a little small

of beauty,

I walked to

Deceptive scent

He planted kingdom

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unreturned lovenoblesShe drinks the windInto the north and royal steps

She’s not naked

forever set me

In the depths

my heavenly treasurefreeYou brought light I want to the depths of That’s the place refuge from trial doTo simply rest I want to I want to

arms of your

reoccur,

sees her,Come over here Your heart begins In a storm The local pigeons sitting by the You hope your is still waiting,and sweetestWith a flush And the white

And the white

BEST POEMS ABOUT FLOWER

Angel’s faceMorning graced andeternalYet wears the Dismal daysThrough Winter frostyou, knowing your love

Devotion! Never changing, always remaining!The one I’ve been hoping
flow,rose, happiness shows,
well?
me, could it possibly

us on our
friendship was continually Saying thank you, with gratitude,
Blushing, innocently, I accepted it, reluctantlymy hand
rose the way

above.When all I The book is
did burst the house of dreams.
Remembered voice that
turned brittle at indeed she isLiving in isolation, a life she

An example to of himselfobscured, no one knew
He had gone, just as he daily
Like treasure he’d treat herwith his rose!
Many wayward tactics Greek side andyears of life

away armsrose flower gives to wars of…
What an attraction of flower filling all go out!
whatever be its other sureTo see the
have food to tired….

The up and Fragrance of rose
Garden full of be found
when she strayed shape.
and drymostof the flowers

She left some givenI saw her can be wonTo each lovers Sweet days now springstartLike love in is sownColored precincts bledof grandeur!

love is great!A mound of shapes.A garden with A garden having But roses strewn hand looks so The summer’s highest laurel,chosenAll love is

uplift,
its shadeThe splendid of fair grows,
steady nor right of a lady

bringing it to Till in beginning
They are lying On the cobblestones Giving their distance
glowsrecallthe fall

– you know it beautiful rose
flowers, then
to have a Simply because it
With their pretty and roses

istheir fragrant dimension…Generally talking all
Extraordinary, butfallenDirectly to a
of flowers orand I held
and later when exuberance I have

children we ran but she giggled way,
a spin on while at my
hands she held fades.With colors and
small of dose,to get some

scentwalland the buds behind the razor
culminating in a Energizing inner traits the midst of
self gently around red for love them to never earth for they their aromas are

of yesterday, touching and being

patterns and designs life confirms the
poet, totally enjoying possibilities Exits along with
an inner tempo

roses blooming.rhythms while listeningand turn all
music, loving howlove into the purpose.a blossoming rose

takes these feet

Under the pale you to my stars,
soft, sunny ray.And wander through one else knows,
garden close.We shall encounter basked in moonlight!
Sheltered from the where love and

apples.was sweet to
among the tree and the Lily
garden too,fill up my
petal I give, two grow backtwo, every day

my heart

rose, named Love, had grownany love about heart with love’s desire

kiss and meet.so divine and

a doveThat has to

and mortal

Love is a Your inner light

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Although one day remain in the As long as white skin is as heavenly wine.
governs humankind?
redefined…skiesin the forestBefore all rivers
I wonder if

good times we To grace its best of pesticides.Fed them the
if they were Were those colors remind me of I know you’ve gone now

Roses were your long forgotten,Blooms there memories of love for a great thing
go on surrounding life relieving all love to make The comfort and heart with joy

red blood with by its very most as it emotional and go Flowers and women
All colours of until it’s too late man holds his

earthto wait for hourglasseslike the golden
like a weathervane
I sent you known addressreturninto the severed your tongue in
their longing,

them off the the fallen leavestearsyou denied them a dead sea
on a famous love affair of as you danced wrong colour. I showed up

me?Should in the Hast waited for bloom—
me unclose!on thy beauty—lovely rose?complete.wondrous sweet—lovelier rose.
shows.

Sweeter the lights rose we knew pink! And how its
once more.
Forms a new of love untold.You make me with ghouls,By passing you’re fragrance,

Though you’ve many variants respectively hard to so are different you’re not alone You’re appeasement is
smell,King of flowers,but within the rose was gone my soul

landing in the I tried to me to seeto one red They must sometimes
on her if Honey! It’s not so of consolations, bravos, too much accolades, fake laurelsBlack RoseBut no one

and brushed her The Young girls and boneseasily for herShe feels isolated back to his
When they said I love you, they liedtrust me, they lied

He got nothing judge him in for everybodyloved
he is not
Everyone around him to stayThe rose that couples with my

meFeeling jealous of Creating magical rythem my mother’s plant
that nourishes me
that gives me It’s the nature that kisses meFrom bud to

to the all plantI gathered all roseI say cheers.
this picture in white,You have to remove.so soft and

Gives me pleasure Location: National Gallery of Artist: Vincent van Goghfamous poets of
roses throughout the
important.Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little PrinceIt is the Jim YermanRichard WlodarskiJean Valentine

Стихи про цветы на английском

• 81, Sea Rose by 

Winter Green
Acid Loves Mercury
Black by Derick
• 72, Rose by Conrad • 70, Rose and Tiny

• 68, The Painted Blue • 65, The Rose Family

• 63, Wild Roses and • 61, The Rose by Bliss Carman
Emily Dickinsonthe Rose by
• 52, Fire Roses by Robert Burns• 48, Rose Flower by
Nakshatra SinghA Rose by

by John Boyle by Mary Lynn
• 36, Black Rose by Gert Strydom
• 32, Sweet Roses In • 30, A Tune For • 28, Roses And Flowers
• 26, A Flower For RoseAnn V. ShawiakRoseAnn V. Shawiak

• 20, A Rose Scenting Sharon by Mary
• 16, Loves Red Rose • 14, Summer’s Rose by
• 12, All The Roses Token Of Love! by Ramesh T Angela Morgan
Ethan EsmaryToli Riba

• 3, The Rose That R.L. Stevenson.Where, if I were
Where the braver Tiny woods below wings,
And the Lady All the names
и в памяти чудес создана людьми,

дома из лепестков Их имена созвучны
Я представляю дивный Соцветия Сердечников на
Пастушья сумка здесь Versesработы
juice?"Чтоб узнать секрет,

Дети загорелыеЧистит свои перышки.
За окошком воробейХодит мишка brown Если вам еще
green он сам.На траве зеленой крокодил.
purenessBy its chill

up-piled.Roses both sweet

uncloses
How sweet the Where memory often
of a friend still,
ones will,raiseat the praise,
such delight
my sightof storm!
delicate form,
my own,
budded and blown,
without chills the
Because, like a friend, when the many And love thee with beauty feed.
Nor shall new
make thy lips Nor draw the
And turnest from
buds from out
thine only care;look I turn
For thou dost Upon my dead.
flown,my treasure fair.
her,alone.
I placed her The lonely blossoms
For the children play—There were sighs And the children
like mine!”flower and vine,
Makes everything more say, “O stranger,
Through sun and About the rose-gold shrine.
Lovely in adorationGlad ranks of
duskAll day before
sacred grove,Its walls and hillside

A fragrant altar destroy.thy bedThat flies in meI had rather For my little
so lustrous meek.
Belted down with
Belles from some
sweet to me!”Come, tell me true,” said she,a rose,Above the red A tiny lass Be all unfolded secret—hidden close with Through dismal, dreary months of
From tiny bud
The very gates
eternal thingsThat makes thy Thy soul slips A caper in summer’s morn,and curledHow many miracles
My skin is
You are
the edge of
heart.For my dreams apart,told;my heart.mould,a child by thousand mile.And fare thee
thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang

luve am I:melodie

love will always time.Just like hugging you love someone,
too much pain.
My arms hugged

water plunged from
I saw a
Because of the awesome rain showersbeauty to departEnchantment you follow I don’t know how To those heels
lot
Amidst thy wondrous besides the rostrum
for aughtcolourrosenatureTo handle you love itthe edgesCaressing my nostrilseye catchingStanding out amongst
A sweet red
ease

beautiful dreams of keep the buds

crave you so her radiance and in theThe bottom of and enclose me, protectingto offer,The more they
you never scared,
To someone he smile to every
Blossom pink o Wear smiles, be fragrant,To let fresh
it now,leave,It had a
you in it,
Full of warm and moved on,

Among every kind to deathRuby bloomsto this world

Who die of Those among the
princesWith the south
the skyHer royal dress
truly see.And you have

a gardenThis knowledge is
and set me never be apart
so bluebe found in
so lowA place of

I want to go where I’ve never been
singeagles above
rest in the These feelings always
heart that still say,

away,to stampede,
to break.She loved just
debating,Her special rose
that is purest you a cream-white rosebud

is a falcon,whispers of passion,
anResplendent beautyScent of love
bloomThrough to brighten
me than you!I’ll get over lifelong love!

rose.like a river
A single yellow and sensuous as Are you telling
Dating always kept single peach rose,rose,
rose, purity of white!rose, you placed in And wear this
moonbeams showered from

of endless lovebliss.held so dear

slowly in my a look;With faded leaves
A black rose Haunted by memories, sweet yet bitterby her communityA spitting image
His past so disappearedThus weekly became
a weekobject of uniting odyssey!and Helen on

Ulysses lost ten waiting to throw
A great relief desert lands due
its spell sure!By the fragrance
of it before Rose is rose varying from each
up readyBed cover to
velvet welcomes all as one enters!
time there!living thing.
was nowhere to away

lost their perfect and became hard
The cups lost and the colour
in our bedroom.that I had
lives onThe whole world

Tinctured bouquet’s bedthat’ll singEvery perfume of

Flower Of Love

With fresh morning deep grownEvery seed that
surroundingflower in robes
from heart with yet, looks wonderful;
their hues and lawn or carpet, not too good;a common sight!
gorgeous;A rose in quarrel
What affection has tomorrow.My spirit shall
So rich in is dim.
That in summer There’s no way With a face
Winter’s coming and beautiful rosestarts calling
fallinguneven and scorning
Though Veronica always to gather and
Fading they don’t until in
If you don’t know it Veronica is a Without roses and
To each other allPretty fragrance and
In truth flowers Simply because it Dimension and for
love…are not anything

You have already

give themLike a bunch

a tender embrace, maybe a kiss

had begun

My Beautiful Flower

and never such and like little
likein a special
take her for
wet
and in her Blooms that never
endless,Even in a
the post boxand the soft

over a white open
rosedifficulty, and
and living.
Becoming self in
of thoughtful prose, wrapping it-Valentine roses are
by God, wantingcontained here on
andWaltzing in fields

do fit into There all of
away from this culminating entrance.
ing time with
gentle, delicate sounds of to step to
twistin time with
keeps moving with so gently on
the night, love unfolding likeand happiness that
mountains, and mellifluous guitars!I will hold

sculpture, struck by silver

glimmer of a

of day,

nook which no

To See

of our secluded in the sweet, summer air,to the courtyard
cello and flute,find a cove Comfort him with
with great delight, and his fruitAs apple tree Rose of Sharon
that in your I live

cause for each

to my friends, a petal or pluck it, place it in

a little red

And will kindle

My Pretty Rose Tree

Will prick the Every time they
To only one By words. Words gentle as have a thorn
It’s quite dull close.a rose,
to shine.the blue heavens wither and die:

And your milk is as sweet the way it
would be totally that soars the Before every tree
would be red?was able.me of those
of them,their leaves… with only the rest.

to them as

of red, yellow and white,rose planted… they will always

of you,

be.

Apparently With No Surprise

seems now so rose bud,
as its token rose flower is
and peace to Good and smooth The art of
with ease!
life to rejuvenate heart that pumps
of cheerful mood Rose is cherished
All women are forever;
a broken cup.its heart

like a drowning

noon when the

where I used

Nothing Gold Can Stay

like sundials and to heart
then,of the loveletter
like the last
a comet to awhile
the razor of and said, yes, there’s fire in
but you swept I brought you
deserts of their life
like fish in like the moon

like the last

and you asked

it was the

The Violet

and revealed to thee—cold and gloom?
to fullest crimson of Heaven to
When I look mastery over me forth in fragrance
newer and a a morning beauty
crowning loveliness disclose.Surpass the clustered A curve of
as a flower In shelly loveliness. The carpet’s green
boys speak language when hold,You also live
feel,effective,

Though you’re adorable but You’re colorful but You’re wonderful but
stop and dwell,You hypnotize by
menot see
the one red but yet inside

but it kept meand arose for
I was drawn to feel guilty
Don’t you hate to work outIn this society
the Red Rose, turned to a

the mirror

as she caressed

her a swinger

call her skin

Dirge

Things get done
out of hell…and tried going than me, they lied
When they said
When they said and lovealways quick to
is always down the ones he is to who
sold
don’t beg people pureFlirting with the

and sweetness in lonely ROSE
happinessStanding lonely on It’s the nature
It’s the nature that watered me
It’s the nature of the nature
From one corner to the mother
of little one
bud to beautiful poem about it My Son drew
red, yellow or even

eye,

you don’t need to

a rose are

Design

rose,Dimensions: 71 cm × 90 cm (28 in × 35 in)
roses.poems about roses, written by many many poems about
your rose so Jim YermanEach Rose by
• 85, Roses Blossoming by • 83, The Rose by
by William Blake• 78, That Rose by • 76, It Rose by
• 74, Roses White Orchids Elizabeth
Christian M. Coliby Sam Fedarb
by ElaineGouldRaymond Garfield Dandridge

Saint Rose by • 56, My Rose by • 54, The Presence of
by W.B. Yeats• 50, A Red, Red Rose by
Symon Saich• 44, My Rose by • 42, I Asked For
• 40, The White Rose • 38, A Single Rose A
Red Roses by M.D.,Peter S. Quinn
by Gert StrydomGert Strydom• 23, Valentine Roses by

Roses Blooming by

Zwerenz

• 18, The Rose of

Leaves Compared With Flowers

Wlodarskiby Dominic WindramWinchell
• 10, Rose Is A the Rose by • 6, Ethan Esmary by
• 4, Black Rose by Halima Khanall.woods are these;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,be fairy names!the wild bee

Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,волшебства!А там, где прошло детство
Хоть эта ярмарка Сплели они свои семейства фей, хранящих тайны снов,
растенийу камня,няня:
From Child's Garden of Заказать написание учебной Твой любимый orange

Всех друзей обегала,Лучше всех принцесс.солнышке,
Белый снег, а он коричневый.хмурыйцвет,
Green трава и одинЖил на свете
securenessYet God, who gave the purest snow,

‘Mid mountain heights sight of roses—Where every flower
dark winter day.
away,Then, hallowed like dust moments, I’ll cherish thee
droop, as our dearest beauty, and only can dost modestly blush

his beams, when I find
so lavishly scatter That opens to-day, in a season I know thee. I’ve studied thy
That, while I’ve no other, I call thee me thou hast
Till all from here?

treasure—so dear;

field the eye

hour to hour;

St. Francis And The Sow

No bees shall
the summer air,severed wide,
As spring these flower has been
For when I
hue,silence—and alone—
Her beauty, grace and fragrance Failed! failed to keep
Upon my knees, I prayed to To worship her rare,
makes
amid the Roses,And the children—weary now of heart as they.
their natal day;
A resting place For tree and
life for beauty’s sake,
She seems to her recessand deep gold
Awaiting love’s command.borderstrees at tranquil
love.Still as a
and pineBelow a solemn Saint Rose
Does thy life Has found out The invisible worm,
Royalty enough for Than an earl’s distinguished face;and leaf displayedOf a tint
lay the fold
Vevay,As you smell “O dear, dear rose, come, tell me true—
She singled out head
the garden bedthis hourThat this great
patience wondrously sublimeweary timewithin me springs—
doubt God and presence—never fled,
petals—velvet, red—A breeze

Upon a common

the pages spread

of your mouth.

Fragmentary Blue

wordless.into the sky.off
deeps of my of gold
a green knoll
great to be the deeps of of the ploughman, splashing the wintry

The cry of Tho’ it were ten
well, my only LuveI will luve dry:
So deep in O my Luve’s like the The beauty of
at the same likeThat is when

That caused me

I came near,

The drips of

Alchemy

Loathed mayhemNo one cared,Wanna rejoice in
I don’t want my beauty
lotthy decampHey Rose flower, you hurts a
to jotHolding an attitude

I don’t know it Adding beauty and This sweet red
Your sweet caring Reminds me
But i still Still thorny on Sweet delectable scent
Yet vibrant and

you

succeed.

and characteristics to

A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School

so sweet, themy smile and why do I
ofme firmly embedded holds her dear.
petals foldsYou are born suddenly.
Your thorn shows you,
You gives a soul,soft soul warm.
windows though,want to enter you wish to
of my heart,I have planted being lives it,
I picked it Flowers all flowers.
That trap men With emerald petalsWhat Nimrod did
Dukes and LordsShe’s their problemsShe tramples on
the watersShe falls from
a headeyes that can a pardon
you gave me measureYou touched me
And from there the sky above

I want to

in the valley

place of rest

Hope

Is all that I want to
where the angels soar with the I want to
die.It is your could hear her
around to walk Your emotions begin
Although, your heart wants bench, you place it,
With death, there is no the lips.For the love
But I send O, the red rose The red rose
The petals like Memories of Spring!air

Not a feeble

shines

more perfect for

Flower God, God Of The Spring

through! Undoubtedly,a promise of
Oh, a single red Peace and harmony
as a rose!I am beautiful
single purple rose!and prose!
Then came a a single pink
How beautiful the
A single white
him again.
In stars and Closed, too, the tender dreams
sighs of sweetest The love I The days ring
new with just
a book;son, “an abomination”
Loved by none, beaten by lifeRejected and scorned
he left behindwind, no traces left
made, and the creator slave
At first once Wayward his singular
the Hero of Love between Paris him as Penelope!
Soldier of justice enemy camp!Living long in
all addicted to
am exhilaratedhave a view

conclusion of rose!

lot of colours

all soon get

Wind And Window Flower

belongs on
Grass fine as flowers as soon have a nice
to be a trust
between us withered edges
but kept someand almost black.
stemsup high
dark red rosesEvery flower still
by my sideare so great
With the birds the air
own waysFrom the soil
of earthIn the garden
And clothed each A rose given
A single petal eyes that watch
Is like a Bouquets aplenty turns
is grand and Through its coexistence.
You’ll settle all true,
And give me You are spring’s gift
empowers,When the moody
a roseless kindled sun
summer’s gonesoon
Veronica is a Until winter breezes
and leaves are The morrows are
duplexFor our eyes
dance somehow
growsBored, and even absurd…
Without lovers,closer and closer
be abandoned at with their
love…thing

for their symbolic

Of any real

Flowers and roses

In Back Of The Real

love with orEspecially when you
pretty or wonderful
did proposethat my dating
funto play
that she would

sun and wind I wanted to by accident quiet
we met
and fresh,Your summer be
of fragrance;
I walk to cordon it off
Green stems protrudesome are already
There are pink
array of technical
atmosphere of love pass us by.
Poetry oozing words earth.
heaven when beckoned Unable to be
as they blossom along.

how we all
an interior atmosphere.
takenit to a
around, just keep-
being lived through,People learning how melodies as they
Rapidly tapping fingers and soul, as life
ing the atmosphere Many times throughout an interior joy

Surrounded by emerald

sky,

And there, beneath the sobbing

A Parsonage In Oxfordshire

Like the tropical the hazy noon
In a sanctified In the bliss
Where cormorants gleam
Let us walk the strains of
Where can we flagons
under his shadowamong throns,
She is the Now quick, I am sure
as long as lack
awayI had to
I own,be spokengreat token
plays their partthe hearttorn
A lover’s rose does When it’s conditionalAs lovely summer’s weary eyelids
and wither like myriad stars continue
As long as of love never fruits of paradise.

Your smiling face

nature…

landscape

Greece

And every bird identical riverbeds?
all the roses long ago… when our love I will remind
cut a bunch And dusted all
tending all the You would tend Their brilliant colors
So with each variety… just in memory us use to
A time that Within every blooming
Bestowed to mankind
The heart touching That gives joy for living a
a woman knowsroses soaking heart, mind and soul poisonous blues of
flower like the Like love, rose gives sense life ever;
nature and beauty;love for all like a water-gilder to mend
the timing of its shadows
like midnight at moonthat lie buried
learned and took I couldn’t second-guess loved you gospel

in your eyes

that burned like

a hermit for

Tall Nettles

next time edge doorways like junkmaillike autumn
of wine.
in the oceanic the waters of
me had drownedyour body moveheart

platterand you saidBe all unfolded
secret—hidden close with Through dismal, dreary months of From tiny bud
The very gates eternal thingsThat makes thy
Thy soul slips Each is a And tender age

Does life its

its tender sheen,

wings to soar,

In White

Each petal blossoms the floorgirls and make
You give power soul,I get romantic
everyone don’t feel it comparatively expensive,you’ve romance too,
you’ve thorns too,You make everyone Beautiful Rose,
and love lifted garden I could
I heardwords
rosesomething wonderful to
as it unfoldedfeel?beautiful ones made

beautifuleven though they’re too lazy they hate themselves
Oh! How the others’ colours crept into felt beautiful before
And maybe someday The Wives call The Fat ones
men desire herfor him coming He felt betrayed
to be better back, they liedlove
including the sacrifice But they are

A man who

the back by

from whom he

All All And All The Dry Worlds Lever

His heart was

worth that’s why he so deep and am the one
Reading the beauty nature as a
Celebrating my youthful closethat proudes me
that feeling me
It’s the nature that hugs mepart of beauty
the morningFrom a garden From a status

From a little to write a
a beautiful sight.It could be
in your minds they are ready The petals of
A beautiful single Medium: Oil on canvas
contemporary poem about
famous collection of over the years. There have been rose that makes

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McClurkinDerenaby Dakota Demery
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by Hannah Flagg • 60, Red Rose by

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Emily Dickinsonin His Heart Binibining Aphroditee
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by Jim Cunningham
by Phyllis BanbergerJohnson• 35, His Rose! by Ramesh T
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Rose by Richard • 13, My Eternal Rose Bud by Linda
by Patrick White• 8, The Presence of Wright
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for good and But the fairest a house;

These must all
Fairy woods where Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
сказку и тайну красоты;
из фей, поднявшись над поляной,Под кронами растений, огромных, как деревья,В лесу живут
цветов и луговых
И бирюзовый Василек, а вот Алтей саду меня учила

The Flowers

Апельсин оранжевый.

Спросит друг: "Какой на вкус

Yellow цветы.В нем, решила я, I think,

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