Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 33,534 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Pink Roses - Poem by Is It Poetry

I wash my hands, in your ink, fast between a
valley, it clings to me, lives in me, my pen.
and Waves, that run, i float on, the rose and hand,
and the sun on my face, this rose a tender bud.
I cannot share my forest, only you may know your
face, and rose petals find new lips, alive in silk.
Pink full lips glow red and they flood my scents
with folded secrets, and this nose, this tounge burn.
Orchestras, arrangements, notes that seize a score
of music cleft with bars, and pink, red and sun shine.
Pink is always, never one to leave you on your own, to
find your way that is your home, out side, and Rush.
Pink words are royal words to some, it is rare, to know
another forum and compromise, this norm, why is to tired.
I am the male, i will wear her pink, it is my crown.
Roses are never found confined, when i can make her proud.

Comments about Pink Roses by Is It Poetry

  • (5/24/2009 12:33:00 PM)

    pink........ dont sop because i cant get enough (Report) Reply

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  • (5/23/2009 1:46:00 AM)

    I like your pink and your poem with its keen ear and curious turn of phrase. Pink is so undervalued, I agree (and girlie too) . Your have taken the word and turned it upside down and inside out. The result is highly creative and very poetic. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • (5/20/2009 12:25:00 AM)

    sooooooo creative, soooooooo artistic and sooooooo brilliant, well done (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 20, 2009

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