“The Rose”-Wonderful Wednesday with Guest Host “A Poetic Heart” (Jason)
Welcome to Wonderful Wednesday!
We’d like to extend a warm welcome to our
“Special Surprise Guest Host”
A Poetic Heart (Jason)
http://www.friendburst.com/A_Poetic_Heart/
Jason has dropped in to be our guest host and brings a lovely theme
To inspire our poetic muse!
Today we ask you to write a poem about “The Rose” as a symbol.
Throughout history “The Rose” has come to represent far more then just a flower!
Of course “Passion” comes to mind first, but…there is so much more…
“I am the rose of Sharon, and the Lilly of the valleys.” (Solomon 2:1) – In Christianity
This is a reference to Christ himself.
The Tudor Rose (sometimes called the Union Rose) is the traditional floral
heraldic emblem of England takes its name and origins from the Tudor Dynasty.
It became a symbol of unification and ending the War of the Roses between the
House of Lancaster (whose badge was a red rose) and the
House of York (whose badge was a white rose).
The Rose symbolizes Immortal love in association with the Greek goddess Aphrodite.
In Christianity a red rose with thorns represents Christ’s ultimate sacrifice.
It even is a representation of “Secrets”.
The term “sub rosa” means under the rose and comes from
The practice of Romans hanging roses above meeting tables.
Here it was understood that anything said at this table, beneath the hanging roses,
was forbidden to be repeated elsewhere.
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A Rose can be so much more then just a flower!
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Today we ask that you think about a “Symbolic Rose”
And write a poem about it! It can be any symbol
you choose as long as its done in good taste. You can be as
Creative as you please!
Below is a song to help get you started!
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The Rose
By Bette Milder
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower and you its only seed.
It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance,
It’s the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose
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Oh I do love this blog Jon!!! You were right!!! I think I can find a quick short before I hit the sack!!! :love: :love: :love:
That which God said to the rose,
and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,
He said to my heart,
and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
There is no salvation for the soul
but to fall in Love.
Only lovers can escape
out of these two worlds.
This was ordained in creation.
Only from the heart
can you reach the sky:
The Rose of Glory
can grow only from the heart.
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune!
Don’t strew me with roses after I’m dead.
When Death claims the light of my brow
No flowers of life will cheer me: instead
You may give me my roses now!
In the orchard and rose garden
I long to see your face.
In the taste of Sweetness
I long to kiss your lips.
In the shadows of passion
I long for your love.
This old world that we’re livin’ in
Is might hard to beat.
You get a thorn with every Rose
But – ain’t the roses sweet?
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.
Gather the rose of love
whilst yet is time.
Every rose that is sweet-scented within,
That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal
If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I’d be picking roses for a lifetime.
Time brings Roses.
I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.
The prognosis for this challenge is very rosy! Here’s a three-beat that may have come from an early CPC Simple Sunday challenge.
I’ve got to head for home and dinner, Jason’s been contacted through Facebook and should be arriving shortly, please for those stopping by, send him your greetings and I’ll be back later tonight to leave more comments and a poem.
Thanks everyone,
Jon
Hello Jason.. I have several symbolic writes on roses. I’ll go find them…
Here’s another double etheree!
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A Child … A Rose … A Reflection
Yesterday I sat and wondered at your youthful beauty and cute demeanor as you innocently poured yourself into a menial task. It was as if there were no one else on earth but us and that moment in time was something very special for my eyes only.
As I sit here thinking, I realize that our time together is finite and could end at any moment. Even if it ends before I awake on your birthday tomorrow, I want you to know that the time we spent together was the most satisfying of my life. Our journey has not been a smooth one, but it has been an exciting one. Ups and downs, in and outs, lefts and rights are nothing unusual for us, but the most precious realization from them all is that we shared them together. We are stronger, closer and more in love today than yesterday and we will only continue to grow together in the days, weeks, months and years ahead.
The young child in this photo reminds me of you. Her sparkling eyes , her silky hair and her wayward gaze reflect youthful exuberance, much like your appearance when you are tending to those in need or those who have been abandoned or are all alone. It is your strong, yet compassionate heart that draws people to you and it is that same godly-heart that keeps me enamored and head-over-heals in love with you.
It is your –th birthday, but I can hardly believe. When I look into your face, I still see that beautiful angel that I first saw on that dreary and drizzly Virginia morning, so many years ago. You have not aged a bit. Your beauty is still like that of a perfect rose … tender, fragrant and inspiring. I thank God for bringing you into my life and instilling in me a desire for only your smile, your words, your touch and your love. You complete me!
Regretfully, I do not have a present for you this morning, but I do offer these words, thoughts and memories as a token of my love … a love deeper than any ocean, taller than any building and more precious than any material.
Happy Birthday … my Love and my Life
Hello everyone. First of all, I would like to say thank you all for allowing me the chance to be a special guest host to Wonderful Wednesday. It is an honor of mine to be special guest host, and also an honor to be co-hosting with Jon. The rose in my opinion is the most beautiful flower of all. Although every flower is beautiful in it’s own unique way, the rose has always been my favorite. I will be back later today to share a poem for the rose. Thank you all again for the opportunity to special guest host Wonderful Wednesday. God bless all of my poetic family here at the Creative Poetry Corral. 🙂
Beautiful topic, lovely sentiments – I’ll check back later to see more, hopefully!
I have enjoyed reading everybody else.
Here is my offering:
Rose Eternal
Your silken touch
Much more than a desire
Fire in my soul
Quenched
Made whole
By the blossom of your love
Above the fray
Say nothing more
For your scent fills me
Free to touch the sun
One with beauty that grows
Eternal
My lovely Rose
Rbt 8/17/11
Peace
Blue rose come and comfort me.
Bring your soft fragrance so I can breath.
Let me feel your soft petals against my aching heart.
I believe my soul is dying.
I feel the pain drowning my spirit .
I feel the sorrow swell up.
Will you help me to grow in the light.
For my mind is in a sad blue fight.
Blue rose grow with me.
Bring the peace to these tears I cry.
Don’t let my heart say goodbye .
Let your thorns make me bleed so I know I’m alive.
I’m drowning in this heartache .
I’m falling deeper into a dream.
And this nightmare has me screaming.
Don’t go, I’ll never let you go, come back please.
I don’t want to feel the pain of this kind of loss.
That fountain of grandpa’s youth has started to fade not many coins tossed.
Blue rose come and comfort me.
Bring your soft fragrance so I can breath.
Let me feel your soft petals against my aching heart.
I believe my soul is dying.
I feel the pain drowning my spirit .
I feel the sorrow swell up.
Will you help me to grow in the light.
For my mind is in a sad blue fight.
Blue rose grow with me.
Bring the peace to these tears I cry.
Don’t let my heart say goodbye .
Let your thorns make me bleed so I know I’m alive.
I’m drowning in this heartache .
I’m falling deeper into a dream.
And this nightmare has me screaming.
Don’t go, I’ll never let you go, come back please.
I don’t want to feel the pain of this kind of loss.
That fountain of grandpa’s youth has started to fade not many coins tossed.
Blue rose come and comfort me.
Bring your soft fragrance so I can breath.
Let me feel your soft petals against my aching heart.
I believe my soul is dying.
I feel the pain drowning my spirit .
I feel the sorrow swell up.
Will you help me to grow in the light.
For my mind is in a sad blue fight.
Blue rose grow with me.
Bring the peace to these tears I cry.
Don’t let my heart say goodbye .
Let your thorns make me bleed so I know I’m alive.
I’m drowning in this heartache .
I’m falling deeper into a dream.
And this nightmare has me screaming.
Don’t go, I’ll never let you go, come back please.
I don’t want to feel the pain of this kind of loss.
That fountain of grandpa’s youth has started to fade not many coins tossed.
THE ROSE
A rose
Is but a rose
But yet smell so sweet
The sweetheart rose
One are a dozen
Its all the same to me
White is beautiful
For brides to be
Yet it has other reasons as well
Roses had thorns
That stick thee but please
Dont stick it to me I am not the one
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————————————– © August 17 , 2o11
Whenever I think of roses Memories of Roses are red Violets are blue:)..Special like you:)
I will be back later ..Still have children until 8ish so ..Wrote this during nap time earlier~
I’m enjoying all the poems written…I’ll come back and leave some comments for our poets. Here’s one poem from me!
Roses for my lover
Roses for my mom
Roses for the lattice
Roses on the lawn
Roses floating on parade
Roses fix my ill charades
How’s that? Wrote it right here.
Sorry, but sometimes I’m late but rarely never.
Mg :0)