November poetry, part II

colourful roses

You can put me up on a pedestal
And tell me I'm the best
But I know deep down inside
That my ego's just a pest
I'll love you and I'll adore you
And put you up on a shelf
But deep down inside I know
It's just selfish love for myself

***

Love is like a stranger
You never know what it will do
It can make you happy
Or make you blue

Love is like a gambler
You never know when it will strike
It can make you rich
Or make you poor

Love is like the weather
You never know when it will change
It can be sunny
Or it can rain

***

The sun is up
The air is cold
My heart is hot
For the love I hold

We met
in the Alps
Where the snow is fresh
And so the love

You took my hand
We walked,
talked
And laughed

A perfect day
For #love
That's as fresh
As the snow

***

Everything
spoke to me of love
the trees with their branches reaching out
the sun with its warmth
the breeze with its caress
the rain with its soft touch
the snow with its blanket of peace
everything
everywhere
spoke to me of love

***

Roses
in my hair

Fragrance of love
in the air.

Like a rose
I bloom in love

Thorns and all
I'm feeling tough.

Cupid's arrows
pierce my heart

Love's sweet pain
rips me apart.

Feeling like
I can weather

any storm
With love's light.

***

I have to ask
about the smile
that lights up
your face
whenever we
talk about love.

Is it because
you've found the one
or because
you're finally free
to be yourself?

I can't help
but wonder
if it's because
of roses
You brought me?

Whatever.
I'm glad
it's the way it is.

***

Don't make me crawl
I want to touch the sun
And then, maybe, love

***

In front of mirror,
Hair up in a messy bun.
Looking tired. #Friday.

***

I opened my eyes
In front of the mirror
Hair up in a messy bun
Looking tired. It's Friday
There was one shoe on the step

***

The leafs are falling down
Like ticks of metronome
The sound of time passing

The sun shines in
Like a spotlight on my life
Everything is clear
For a moment

I am the star
I and leafs are falling
Into the past
Into memories
Into myself

***

Doors, people,
Some open easily,
Others take a little more work,
Some are worth going through,
Others are best left alone.

People like doors
Others are best left alone.
You,
You ou have your own key
To open or not is up to you

***

A rose so red, so soft and sweet
A bank of hope, a place to keep
A place of dreams and treasures stored
The rose blooms in what it has poured
It blooms in beauty and in grace
The bank of life, a special place
A place of trust and security
Where riches stored hold great clarity
The rose and bank, together they stand
Offering hope and a helping hand
A rose of beauty, a bank of trust
Where life's blessings will surely bust

***

Roses bloom
and bloom again
offering us hope and zen
to find the strength
to comprehend
the love
without an end

The swan
in the sky
show us
a destiny to try
As fragile roses
blossom and die
We forgive and we cry

The #swan will stay
and keep the peace
embracing us
with joy and ease
as roses fade
our #love won't cease

November poetry, part I

Rose Nebula

When
the aliens
crashed,
and their ship
came to a stop,

The first thing
They saw
were some cats
and some roses.

They thought
to themselves,
This must be a sign,
we must be in
heaven!

Until they met
people.
Now they knew
how they were wrong.

***

Full moon is so bright
It lights up the sky,
So vast and so wide.

Rose garden in sight,
In silvery light,
Is a beautiful sight.

Standing on the edge,
Of a high cliff,
Looking at the view,
So magical and new.

***

The sun rose
Without a thought

The birds flew
Without a care

The bees buzzed
Without a sound

The flowers bloomed
Without a smell

The leaves rustled
Without a touch

The world was perfect
Without a cat

I wrote
Without a thought

***

Roses are beautiful
And so is your face
I would love to take you out
On a romantic date

We could go for a walk
In a park at night
And flirt under stars
It would be so romantic

***

Love is the key
It unlocks the doors
To happiness and joy
Can also be the source
Of struggle and pain

***

Your love is
Like a rose
Beautiful and rare
Most precious thing
In the world

***

Roses in royal garden
The roses in the royal garden
Are symbols of love divine
Each blossom is a token
Of the sweetness of love’s wine
The fragrance of their petals
Is like music to the soul
Their beauty is a language
That can never be made whole
In the language of the roses
There is only one word spoken
And that word is “forever”
For the love that they awaken
So if you seek to find a love
That will never fade away
Look to the roses in the garden
And let their love light the way

***

A rose left on a table
Means someone cares
And thinking of you

A rose left on a table
A beautiful sight
In our sightseeing

A rose left on a table
Gives love a chance
To come and bloom

***

The skies cast
a periwinkle blue

The city streets
a concrete gray

Roses
a blossom white

Such a love story
for the modern age

There's only one hue
In my heart

The colour
of my love for you.

***

The green ones went first,
then the brown ones followed.

The city was silent and empty
as the last leaves of autumn
floated down from the trees.

He run through empty streets,
feeling the solitude of the season.

Suddenly, she was there,
smiling and bright.

He stopped, and they talked
about love and life.

She giggled, and he wondered why.

***

I rose in solitude
Bloomed in silence
I was the only one
That ever mattered
I am the rose
Growing in the shadows
I am the petal
Falling to the ground
I am the rose
I am alone

***

A life well lived is not measured in things done
But in moments, like these, when we're all alone
We find peace in silence, and beauty in a rose
We remember that we're each our own best company
That's perfectly fine

***

Words jumped off the page,
dancing in front of my eyes.
I was alone, but not lonely
surrounded by the beauty of language
and the company of my thoughts.
I could smell the fragrance
of books, old and new,
wafting through the air.
A peaceful solitude,
A refuge, a place,
Where I could be myself.

***

In the morning solitude
The night still hangs in the air
I think of you and smile
Remembering all the moments
We shared together

In the afternoon sun
I see your face in the clouds
I hear your voice in the wind
My heart is filled with love

***

When love is new
and evenings are long,
we shiver and cling
to each other,
like two bears in a cave.

A fire
that warms us
and keeps us alive,
even when the world
is dark and cold.

October Poetry Part IV, Inktober Inspired

The Puppy

Cute boogeyman under a bed

He tore apart my cushions
And scattered the stuffing
All over the floor.

He dug up my rosebush
And left a big hole
In the middle of the yard.

But when I came home
And saw the mess he'd made,
I couldn't help but laugh.
Because despite the trouble
That he always causes,
I love my dog.

***

Like a rose in the middle of a heist,
You caught my eye 
And my heart skipped a beat.
I knew I had to have you,
So I took you away with me.

***

My Nephew

Boogers are icky,
They're not very pretty.
I can't help but eat them,
Because they taste so good,
My favorite dessert!

***

In a land where the fairies dwell
I fell in love with one so well
She had skin as white as snow
And a voice as soft as a doe

I followed her to a rose
That grew in an enchanted place
And when I plucked the flower
She vanished without a trace

***

When love and temptation meet
It's like a storm that brews
The air around turns to heat
And passion starts to seethe

Overwhelming and alluring
The two of us are pulled
Into a dance that is sure to end
In disaster or delight

One last twirl and then we're done
We part ways with a smile
Both of us knowing full well
It's not the end

***

Ego

I think I'm really great
I think I always right
I think I'm the best
You don't agree with me?
You're wrong!
I'm always right!

***

A rose is red
My snack is, too
I'm glad that I 
Can have them both

My rose is fresh
My snack, as well
I'll take a bite
And then, a smell

I love my rose
I like my snack
I'll enjoy them both
Alone, in my room

***

In the woods I pitch my tent
Away from the city's rent
I light a fire in the night
For warmth, and also for the light
I cook my food on the flames
And tell stories of great games
In the morning I take down my tent
And pack up all my things
I take one last look at the woods
And then I start to leave
I'll come back another time
When the woods are all in line

***

Uh-oh,
I'm in love!
Oh, no!
What will 
I do?

Oooh,
I'm in love!
What will 
I do?
I'm in
love!

***

I'm sick of the city
and all of its noise
I'm going to a farm
to get away from boys

I'm looking forward to the peace
that I know I will find
I'll leave my phone
way, way behind

October Poetry part III, Inktober inspired

The armadillo roams the plains,
In search of something new.
He finds a rose, and stops to gaze,
Admiring its bright hue.


***

A rose and a fowl 
In a garden did grow, 
The rose was as red 
As a fowl's beak could be. 


The fowl looked at the rose 
With a bemused expression 
Then plucked and ate it 
To the rose's consternation.


***


The salty water of an ocean
The tears of ancient gods
The only thing that keeps me going
Is the hope that I'll find a way
To get back to my home
And to the ones I love


***

When the weather outside is frightful
And you're feeling quite dull
There's nothing quite like raclette
To make you feel full


First you melt the cheese
Then you scrape it off the block
It's so gooey and delicious
You'll never want to stop


So gather round the table
And enjoy this winter treat
It's the perfect way to stay warm
When the snow is at your feet


*** 

I love the way you move 
It's hard to look away 
I love the way your ponytail sways
It's like a dance
I love the way you smell of roses 
You're like a summer day
I love the way you make me feel 
It's hard to find words to say 
My heart is yours
I love the way


***

A rose is beautiful
My girl is even more
The bluff is high
But the girl is higher
The girl is the rose of the bluff


***

The Puppy


He tore apart my cushions
And scattered the stuffing
All over the floor.


He dug up my rosebush
And left a big hole
In the middle of the yard.


But when I came home
And saw the mess he'd made,
I couldn't help but laugh.
Because despite the trouble
That he always causes,
I love my dog.

October poetry part II, Inktober inspired

Match

Empty rose

When I met my match, it was a sudden spark
We were drawn together, like fire and wood
There's no denying, we look quite good
Together we blaze, a brilliant light
A perfect match, made for each other


***

It all started with a sight
That spiralled out of control
Before we knew it, 
We were trapped


We were two birds 
Nesting in a rose garden
Everything was perfect
Until the day all fell apart


But you came back to me
And gave me a rose
Like symbol of everything 
we'd been through


We'll never be perfect
Though as long as we try
We're these two birds 
In the garden


***

Can roses symbolise our love?
Ruby and beautiful,
Always present in a moment,
Bringing joy to our hearts,
But thorns also prick and cause pain,
Yet we still love all the same.


***

When I am with you 
I feel like a rose in full bloom 
Our love grows and flourishes 
Just like an eagle soars in the sky 


Together we are strong and powerful 
We can overcome any obstacles 
Our love is unbreakable and pure 


I will always love you my dear 
You are the rose among all the thorns


***

There once was a love so divine,
we swore we'd never forget.
Then came thorns and roses,
and things started to go awry.


We argued and fought,
and the love started to fade.
But in the midst of the darkness,
a ray of hope appeared.


Forgiveness bloomed,
and our love was renewed.
Though the thorns still remain,
we know we can get through anything,
because our love is true.


***


When we first met, 
I knew we'd be great 
I just had to be patient and wait 
You're always so kind and so sweet 


With you, I can never be beat 
I love the smell of your perfume 
It always makes me feel in the mood 
When we're together, I feel complete 


I just can't imagine being without you, 
Sweetheart, you're the rose
That I've been waiting for
The one that I will always adore
No matter what life throws our way
I will always love you, my rose


***

Whenever I'am exhausted 
and empty inside. 
I search inspiration 
and find it in the rose, 
so beautiful and perfect.

October poetry part I, inktober inspired

bouquet of roses

Roses are red,
my love is true,
I'll never forget,
the day we met,

In front of the cathedral,
amidst the gargoyles,
you caught my eye,
and I knew, 

Our love was meant to be,
as strong as stone,
defying the test of time,
but now you're gone, 

And all that's left,
are the memories, 
as I stand all alone, 
in front of the cathedral.

***

Rabbit

He scurries 
Across the rose bushes
Nimble and quick 
In and out of shadows
Autumn leaves whisper

***

Beneath the light of moon,
I write of love and roses;
Of bats that flit beneath the roof,
Of purring cat that shares my bed.

I think of you, your book of shadows,
And how I long to be with you;
I record our every tryst;
The moments we're one,
The hours we're apart.

Beneath the light of sun,
I read of love and roses;
I see the thorns that prick my heart,
And yet I know, beneath the dark of night,
You'll come to me, and we'll be one.

***

A temple of roses,
A place of feasts,
Lobsters and scallops,
Salmon and more,

All covered in sweetness,
A delight for the senses,
A place where love blooms,
And happiness abounds,

A temple of roses,
A feast for the eyes,
And a hell for the soul.

***

Roses are red,
flames are blue,
my heart is yours,
our love is true.

Now it seems 
that things have changed
and love is a game
that we both wasted.

***

A bouquet of roses,
On a Thursday morning,
Is a sight to behold,
And a memory to cherish.

The fragrance of the roses,
The beauty of the blooms,
The colors of the petals,
All come together to create

A moment of perfection,
A time to be treasured,
A memory to hold dear,
Of a moment,

When the world was right,
And love was in the air.

***

She loves the smell of roses
In the morning dew
And the way they make her feel
Is something new

She loves to travel
To see new places
And the way they make her feel
Is something special

She loves the way her woman
Makes her feel complete
And the way they make her feel
Is something sweet

Rose's poetry of September

Tanka

rose in the city
so rare and beautiful
a symbol of love
rising soft from concrete
hope in the midst of chaos

A rose by the shore of Geneva's lake
brings back memories of love now gone away.
The petals are like the lips I once kissed
and the thorns like the pain of our goodbye.

The fragrance of the rose is like the scent
of your hair when we would lay in bed.
I can't forget the way you used to look
or the way you made me feel inside.

The rose is like a part of you that's still with me
and seeing it makes me sad and glad.
It's a reminder of our happy times
and a symbol of our love that died.

The Rose of Time

What is it about a rose
That holds such sway o'er hearts,
And keeps our hope alive
When all around us fails?

Is it the way its petals curl
Or how the thorns still prick,
Defying all the while
The withering of Time?

Perhaps it is the way
It stands for all that's fair,
A promise of tomorrow
In the language of today.

Or maybe it's because
A rose, like love, will never die...
And in its beauty we can find
The hope that never fails.

***

The autumn light is like a warm blanket,
And the taste of cool air on my tongue
Is like a cold glass of water on a hot day.
I love the way the leaves change color

And the way the air smells
As the days get shorter and the nights get longer.
I love the sound of the leaves crunching

Under my feet,
And the way the world seems to slow down
As the days grow shorter and the nights grow longer.

***

A rose,
The autumn light,
The taste of cool air on my tongue,
All these things I love.

But most of all, I love you.
Your beauty catches my eye,
Your smile warms my heart,
Your touch sets my soul on fire.

I love you,
With all my heart,
With all my soul,
With all my being.

I love you,
Now and forever.

***

La lumière d'automne est si douce,
Le goût de l'air frais sur ma langue,
Et une rose, comme une promesse
De tout ce qui est beau dans la vie.

***

A rose by the lake shore caught my eye,
Its beauty a stark contrast to the sky.
I thought of you and our love long lost,
And how you used to be my everything.

The petals of the rose were soft and red,
Just like the lips I used to crave.
I remembered how your touch felt on my skin,
And the way you used to make me feel.

The rose made me think of all we had,
And how it all just up and died.
I thought of all the things we could have been,
And how I never said goodbye.

***

Tanka (edited by TankaThursday)

rose in the city
so rare and beautiful
a symbol of love
rising soft from concrete
hope in the midst of chaos

***

A rose by the side of the road
Is all I need to find my way
To the place I've been searching for
And the raven by my side
Is all I need to guide me
To the place I've been searching for
And together we'll find
The place we've been searching for

***

Roses are crafty
They make you think they're all sweetness & love
But watch out for their thorns
They'll prick you when you're not looking
But even with their thorns
Roses are still beautiful
And they're worth the risk
So take a chance on your ❤️
And hope it doesn't have too many thorns

***

I

A rose in autumn is like a song
That's been forgotten and then remembered again:
Its beauty is fading, but it's still sweet and strong,
And its petals are falling, one by one.

II

But though the rose may fade and die,
Its memory will live on in our hearts,
And its beauty will be seen again
In the autumn days when the leaves start to fall.

***

I
O rose, fair flower of summertime,
I cherished thee of old!
Thou wert the queen of all my rhyme,
And still thy charms unfold.

II
Thy petals soft and velvety,
Thy colours rich and rare,
Attest the love that made thee be
The fairest of thy fair.

III
And though thy beauty soon may fade,
And all thy sweetness die,
In memory's fragrant pages thou
Shalt live eternally.

***

A rose by any other name
would smell as sweet
But what if roses
had no name at all?
Would they still smell
as lovely and sweet?
Or would they be
just another flower,
blooming and fading
in the blink of an eye?