Sandra Feldman Rose Poems

A Rose is
A poem
That unfolds,
Petals are its words
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A stylish vase,
Almost a work
Of art
And a Rose,
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When loving
And sensitive hearts
Speak,
We must not pay them
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Nothing like a Rose,
To show us how love grows,
Flower that inspires,
Beauty Queen, desire,
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Roses,
I'm coming home,
Trying to cope with being alone,
Roses, as you sway,
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To have nothing,
Not even the spark of tomorrow left,
Everything is semi-alive now,
Memories still dying,
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What doesn't a Rose touch?
It touches the Earth with it's roots,
It looks to the Sky for the truth,
It perfumes the whole World with its scent,
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Passionately, I read you,
Spellbound, Fascinated,
By your poetic power,
By the nectar distilled,
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Like drops of dew,
Upon a Rose,
That's how a poem,
Grows and flows,
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Rose,
So soft, the petal,
So painful, the thorn,
That is what happens,
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They call her,
The Queen of flowers,
Her Majesty, the Rose
For amongst, all others
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Life is made of snow,
That melts away with time
But not even this,
Would really matter,
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The Liberty of color,
Makes White, tower.
A White Rose,
A symphony of beauty,
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The sweetness
Of a summer Rose,
On our feelings does impose,
A purity, a peace that glows,
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Not only of Poetry
Can one live,
Most don't even know
What Poetry gives
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