In gardens where silence sleeps,A white rose, softly, secrets keeps.Under moon’s gentle, watchful eye,Its petals breathe, never shy.In shadows where dreams may dwell,This rose’s story, night will tell.With stars as guides, it stands alone,In quiet grace, its beauty shown.Through seasons’ shift and morning dew,It whispers not but blooms anew.Against the storm, it holds its grace,A…
In gardens vast, one rose stands out,Its form so pure, there’s no doubt.A single bloom of flawless hue,A testament to what is true.Not wrapped in shades of pretense deep,Its beauty simple, yet it keepsA grace that’s rare, a sight so fine,In nature’s art, a perfect line.No other flower could compare,With petals soft beyond compare.A fragrance…
Black rose, in twilight’s gentle hold,A mystery that night enfolds.Its petals dark as the unseen,A beauty quiet, and serene.Amidst the garden’s colored bloom,It stands alone, in shadowed gloom.Yet, in its solitude, a light,A strength unseen, in darkest night.No vibrant hue, no fragrant air,But still, it thrives, a presence rare.In contrast stark, it draws the eye,A…
Sea rose, adrift in ocean’s might,Beneath the moon, a pale light.Waves caress its petals tight,A dance of shadows, through the night.Salt air, a gentle, teasing bite,Its fragrance lost, a sailor’s plight.Yet still it blooms, a lonely sight,Amidst the waves, in endless flight.No soil to hold, no sun’s delight,It finds its strength in water’s fight.A beacon…
A rosebud waits, in morning’s chill,Its crimson cloak, a hidden thrill.In gentle hold, the dewdrops cling,To petals closed, a promised spring.Beneath the sun, a tender sigh,As shadows pass and birds fly high.It yearns for warmth, for light’s soft kiss,In quiet hope, it dreams of bliss.With each new dawn, it grows so slight,Yet holds its bloom,…
In bloom, my love, a rose so red,Its petals soft, where dreams are led.Bright under skies, in sun’s embrace,It thrives in light, with tender grace.Each thorn it bears, a guard so true,For love that’s pure, and ever new.In morning’s glow, in evening’s close,It stands, my love, this perfect rose.Through storms, it sways, but does not…
A single rose, in grace, stands tall,Against the wind, through seasons all.Its stem so firm, its color bright,A beacon in the fading light.Alone it blooms, in strength, it sings,A tale of resilience, life’s swings.Not in a garden, crowded, tight,But open space, under the light.A symbol of a solo fight,A beauty born from inner might.A single…
Roses for Mother, in hues so bright,A garden of love, in morning light.Petals unfold, each one a prayer,For days filled with tender care.In every bloom, her warmth I see,A beacon of strength, so endlessly.Roses for Mother, in soft array,Whispers of thanks, in colors say.Through years that pass, in swift embrace,Her love, a constant, timeless grace.Roses…
In shadowed halls, where echoes sleep,A tale unwinds, so dark, so deep.A rose for Emily, laid to rest,In silent tribute to her quest.Behind her door, a life untold,A heart that beats, a love grown cold.The town outside, moves on, unaware,Of the secrets that linger there.Through windows high, the moonlight peeks,Upon her face, where sorrow speaks.A…
In velvet depth, a red, red rose,Beneath the sun’s soft, golden close.Its petals spread, a fervent flare,Against the sky, so vast, so bare.A symbol of a love so bold,In scarlet hues, its stories told.Not in grand halls, but fields wide,Where silent promises reside.Through seasons’ shift and time’s slow dance,It stands in bloom, in vibrant stance.A…
