Magic Monday~ Within Magical As A Rose

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Welcome To Magic Monday

Where We

Bring Out The Magic In Poetry

 

Tonight We bring out the

Magic

Within Magical As A Rose

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Pedals as skin soft and sweet

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Beautiful, Loving

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Special One you are ~Feel the magic within

 

As a rose beauty within as told

May your muse be inspired  as you unfold

The beauty of a woman know

Share that beauty as a rose  hold

Within magical  never feeling nor poetry old

May wish to write about a woman

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One that inspired you along your journey

or

as a man the beauty within you have unfolds as well

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His heart , his beauty

Just enjoy and be creative having fun


Let’s all Write Magic into Poetry!

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Hope you enjoyed as much as

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Share the light of magic with a friend!

56 Comments

  • Bettie says:

    Hello to all and welcome to Magic Monday as we share the beautiful Within Magical As A Rose .. Diane will be a bit late and ask that me open in her behalf .. So lets your muse be inspires .. Hugs :love: :love:

  • Bettie says:

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    SWEET BE THE ROSE

    ~

    The beautiful of the rose
    Shared in many ways
    The fragrance of a room
    Are the fresh air that we so breathe
    Roses in colors express feelin
    Knows only to the heart
    When given a roes
    Shows love
    Maybe even a special feelin of
    Red roses for a blue lady
    Will change any mood
    Rose and chocolate but always the best move to win love
    Still roses in hair brings the beauty out with great delights
    The beautiful of the rose do so express
    Without a word being said

    ~

    Written By: Bettie Davis ——————- © May o5 , 2o13

  • di710smiles says:

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    Beauty Unfolds

    As elegant as a rose
    The scent takes me into a dose
    Looking back at the love I chose
    Feeling needed I suppose
    As love within flows
    Memories growing slow
    At times froze
    Love knows
    What is meant to be goes
    Some days it does feel cold as it snows
    But warmth within grows
    As the beauty shared under my nose
    This rose glows

  • Barbara_K says:

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    PETAL BY PETAL

    Springtime roses,
    such sweet delights,
    grace my garden
    as they awaken from night;
    on warm days content,
    their fragrances shared,
    they bright my day
    and bring sweet cheer
    to this weary heart of mine,
    which is renewed and rejoices
    as the roses once again bloom
    and emerge from winter
    to dispel its gray and gloom.

    And as each petal unfolds,
    blushes of pink and white
    welcome me to the morning
    and such glorious sunlight,
    in sweet succession,
    each petal unfolding
    and speaking to my heart
    of this day to behold,
    their soft beauty
    soothing my senses
    as they smooth
    the sometimes rough edges
    of my mood and attitude.

    (c) barbara kausteklis 5-6-13

    (Witten for Magic Monday/Roses
    and for Thematic Attic/Spring Flowers —
    still working on yesterday’s Simple Sunday.)

  • Angel Love says:

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  • wildfire1 says:

    black roseblack rose pictures

    A single black rose.
    A symbol of my heart fading away.
    My soul so grey .
    Love just wont stay.
    Every turn it goes away.

    A single black rose.
    A symbol of my shattered mind .
    I can’t grow.
    In my soul the darkness is so old.
    and my spirit rains cold.

    A single black rose.
    A symbol of love lost.
    A broken mind the cost.
    A soul that bleeds every day.
    A heart screams, I’m broken can‘t you see.

    I can’t fix it.
    My thoughts don’t go towards the light,
    I ‘m the worthless they say.
    There is no bright days
    There’s only grey.
    A life that was torn apart .
    A heart that’s been locked up for years.
    Only thing I feel is my tears .
    The only thing that thrives in me is my fears..
    A single black rose.
    A symbol of me still being alive.
    Lost in time never to thrive.
    Damaged goods since birth .
    I call it my grandmothers curse.

  • Silver says:

    Your heart bleeds like a red red rose…….so beautiful this heartfelt write wildfire1…. :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:

  • di710smiles says:

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    Beauty within each of you
    As a rose unfolds..Poetry never gets old
    Each grows within glowing in gold 😉 :love: :love: :love:
    Love sharing Magic Monday with all Grateful hugs :love: :love: :love: :love:

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