Remembering- The -Rose Poem by me poet yeps poet

Remembering- The -Rose

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Remember the rose
so remember
A Rosy mirror
Remember the rose
THE ROSE SYMBOL OF PPME

Youth shrivels away
as one comes of age

I too pass away from this page
remember me as a Lover poet
an anonymity everlasting
as does a rose symbolize it
for the human being

past present and future
for generations gone
and
those yet to seed

the rose alone never dies
as in pages of books it always lies
as a hall mark of time!

so remember
the garden of beauty symbolizes roses

So remember the one's
the good ones of times
when roses given to you
were from the garden of mine

the rose gardens of heaven on earth
we prepare from birth
to don a rose

ere you are born
till ere you die
roses will always standby
and
a sweet smell of the perfume
I spread
you will still feel it swipe
across your face
your nostrils
and
each time it happens
I shall come alive
as a memory

a rose in hand for each one of you
as time bails on to the folds of eternity
this maestro rose will stand beside you
believe me


mirrors
are silent observers.
is what one can only spell

Sunday, January 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,love and friendship,poet,poetic expression
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Remember the Rose
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Remember the Rose
My symbol of Life is a Rose
as an immortal one
as anonymity never dies
it lives on like a rose
PPME yet unknown to any
and so shall ever be
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anjandev Roy 07 January 2020

Such a wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing. anjandev roy.

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Mahtab Bangalee 07 January 2020

(- -) heirs on the astray habeas-corpus hackles on the verbose anonymity anopheles drinks taste bl00d, gyves the pathos of beautification demise crawls the path of sagacity no enmity on the road of poetic procession yet, the youthful rose hails the decease of bl00d in the nerve circulation and circumcises the head of pen in time........///

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Mahtab Bangalee 07 January 2020

there is stain stainless stain none sees stigma bin niche in the heart of my rose the youthful rose road to road lane by lane the fragrance comes with virginity of wile will-o-the-wisp the lace of writing makes the attire makes the disguise fire on the Tyre of living gyre respectively to the pyre in the bier not as the dead but as the withered leaf of winter in the wisdom of love in the womb of chaste (- -)

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 07 January 2020

.............................................night dark cannot ravish the fairness of heart wow o woww mb of bd

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Kingsley Egbukole 06 January 2020

Very beautifully crafted and interesting. Thanks for sharing...10.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 06 January 2020

A well crafted lovely piece 👌🤝........10+++

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