Poems About: ROSE

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Omaha Rising
Will rise
Up first thing
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The lonely star rises to join the moon
Their union lost in the rising sun read more »

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I rise,
We rise,
They rot. read more »

those who falls
can rise,

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Start anew wet dew
dawn cracking rising high bright
To set/ rise again read more »

When I laid aside the verses of Mimnermus,
I lived a life of canned heat and raw hands,
alone, not far from my body did I wander,
walked with a hope of a sudden dreamy forest of gold. read more »

'O WHICH is the last rose?'
A blossom of no name.
At midnight the snow came;
At daybreak a vast rose, read more »

Their once was a young man who wanted to become a Gardner. There once was a young Rose Tree that wanted a Gardener. They met each other one summer day and began what seemed to be a beautiful relationship. The Gardner was attentive of his garden along with his Rose Tree and the Rose Tree was so happy that its tender branches grew and it bloomed continuously for the Gardner so he’d always be happy.

As time went by the Rose Tree noticed that Gardner wouldn’t tend to her as much as he once did. And when he did he would cut away harshly at the Rose Tree. The Rose Tree being a simple plant who did not need much attention still bloomed for the Gardner. It seemed the more she tried, the more the Gardner would cut away and the tree was now nestled in the ground. Why could this be? He had a bountiful garden that any Gardner would have loved to have. What more could anyone want thought the Rose Tree. read more »

When others inhibit my speech, I rise.
When verbal words are out of reach, I rise.
When the world brings me down, I rise.
When all I can do is wear a frown, I rise. read more »