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Could we dig up this long-buried treasure,
Were it worth the pleasure,
We never could learn love's song,
We are parted too long.

Oscar Wilde
Source: Roses and Rue

It'd never be the same, R.

People In Canvas

People In Canvas

Picture perfect dreams of love,
Enough to have been sent from above.
The ideal man and woman,
Together forever hand in hand.
Love at first sight as you can see,
Their minds open and their hearts free.
Fine strokes of warm and cool,
Help us see this precious jewel.

Picture perfect figures in the dark,
Gracefully dancing in the moonlit park.
Prancing in their suit and gown,
Feet placed gently on the ground.
Look into the shining eyes of each,
Their love for the other is out of reach.
Framed in sterling silver and gold,
Waiting for this majesty to unfold.

Pamela K. Gullotti (Poetry.com)

makes the roses red

[My lady's presence makes the roses red]

My lady's presence makes the roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,
And her white hands in them this envy bred.
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,
Because the sun's and her power is the same.
The violet of purple colour came.
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;
From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.


- Henry Constable (Poetry.com)

Poem: Silent Words

Silent Words

Tong tied and twisted,
Unable to say.
Bound by a promise
but yet I prey.

Words I long to hear Waiting patiently,
As I think they may come near.
The hart fills with pain,
With passion that flows
Through the veins.

Fooled, could I be?
Even though I don't want to believe

Tong tied and twisted,
Unable to say
Bound by a promise,
But yet I prey.

Time goes by and still I wait.
Tears fill my eyes, that flow every day
Waiting, waiting for him to say,
Those unspoken words
And again I prey.


- Jennifer Ann Ezquerra(Poetry.com)

Poem

I simply loved reading this poem on Poetry.com:

Winter

Fell the drops of rain
Are now diamond's grains

White roses are spread
Measured in inch's grade

From the front yard to glen
Everyone has a fun

The quality of air is fine
Much brighter is the sunshine

Shoveling and sliding
Happiness is gliding.

-Syed Wakil Ahmed
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