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This week's Topic is rose If anyone has any objections to this topic, please go to the Poetry Topic Objections post.
Poems can be as long and short as you want them to be. This is not a contest, it's just for fun and to show off our own poetry. 
the rose
that pleases you nose
is evil to those.
those are the ones
who know about concealed guns,
and seeing a rose, runs.
the mini dagers on the side,
with petals, it tries to hide,
and out of the top, poision does glide!
causing sneezing,
and weezing,
eyes watering
vision blotering,
to the posion they have fallen,
the evil gas called pollen!
but in books,
it has beautiful looks,
and the pointy hooks
have been removed for one did learn
that the posion does burn,
so they destroyed it, never to return
i hope it's ok to make up words! it's all that i could find that would rhyme and make sense! 
I have a poem that i wanna post but its not about a rose. I will post a rose one in a second
I was in manhattan today and i was inspired by how normal the hustle and bustle of the city felt to me. here goes:
Watch as they come and go
Quick-quick
Nothing here happens slow
Quick-quick
If i happen to bump you
Its because i have somewhere to go
Fast-fast
Never ending
No limits
Day and night
we plead our plight
here
In the City that Never sleeps.
And heres another:
The bright lights
of my city
Lights that some
can only dream to see
A dream that in a sense
Defines me.
Inconsiderate taxi's
Crude brooklyn accents
Grafitti is the art of our streets
I live in the melting pot of diversity.
Here, In NYC.
And heres my rose poem:
As the sun had began to rise
I feel my spirits do the same
It all began with just one rose
powerful all the same
A confession of trust
of love
and of friendship
Ironic how the color of blood
is the same as the symbol of passion
Or is it? Ok, my riddle/poem... any guesses?? I guess it's kinda obvious... XD
Timeless waves upon the sea,
Restless waters come to me.
Ten feet high, a wave sometimes grows,
But ripples are what touch my toes.
They tickle me, and seem so sweet,
Foamy water comes up to my feet.
But farther out, the danger be,
In the cold depths of the icy sea.
Dangers which will pull you down,
And harshly force you to drown.
Things that lie there ready to bite,
Or fiercely sting with all their might.
Who will risk, all these things?
To find a pearl for some silly ring?
Or see the cold beauty there,
Underneath the defending snare?
Should I say the same for me?
For I am like the cold hard sea.
I may seem sweet on the outside,
But you will find that beauty has lied.
For inside me, I’m bitter and cruel.
For my beauty is, but only my tool.
All my insides wait within,
For someone to commit the sin.
To take my from my very home,
Pick me, the victim, while they roam.
But they do not even try,
To be cautious, where dangers lie.
As they come up to roughly seize me,
They will get hurt, in a way that will please me.
For I will not go without a fight!
Who am I? Can you guess right? 
Some people like yellow roses,
Some people like red..
Some people like white or pink,
But out of all of them i like the black one,
Some people think it means pain and death,
Which can be true at times,
When i think of my black rose,
it brings me joy to know that i'm not alone,
For it feels the pain and sorrow,
Its thorns may be poisoness,
But thats of no consequence to me,
For me and my black rose,
Are great friends you see..
We are so much a like,
But so many people just cant see,
That a black rose is the light in the dark,
And the dark in the light..
You may think what the world are you talking about,
And maybe some day you will find out...
You seeyou have to look past the ugly things,
to find the beautiful things..
You may think ablack rose is ugly,
But to me they are the prettiest thing i've ever seen..
They only need to heal,
Just like you and me..
So next time you see a black rose,
Whisper to it,
"Dont worry my dear rose,
You are beautiful, from what i see!!"
Next time you go to get a rose,
Dont pass the black one by,
Stop by and pick it up..
I found my black rose on the ground,
Some one had smashed its pettle,
I picked it up and said,
"im sorry my dear rose,
but dont you worry anymore for i shall take you home!!"
Me and m rose,
we are very dear friends,
theres not a place we go without each other,
We sing our sad song,
as we walk along,
And now we shall say goodbye,
For now its your turn to try,
So now you can go,
Find the rose thats waiting for you!!! 
The misty morning air covers with dew
The flowers laid bare, natures fair cue
The hands of a bride
The sides of a grave
The windows of a house
The entrance of a cave
These are the places a rose will be found
The colors are plenty
The petals are sound
The beauty of a girl pretty as can be
The beauty of a child free as can be
The beauty of a star bright as can be
These are the things a petal is to me
The coldness of a life locked with apathy
The coldness of a heart locked with love
The coldness of a casket locked with key
These are the things a thorn is to me
A rose has them both, as you plainly can see
A rose represents what has been and what will be
History’s sad story repeated time and again
A bittersweet story repeated to no end
As time soon will pass, as it always does
Many things will be forgotten, as will this poem
But the rose will be here to remind us all
Of the beauty and death in life that all recall 
Twenty-Seven Roses
One rose, two rose, three rose,
Walking along the garden, counting the blossoming roses.
Four rose, five rose, six rose,
Staring at all the changing splashes of color.
Seven rose, eight rose, nine rose,
Red, pink, white, orange, lavender.
Ten rose, eleven rose, twelve rose,
Bend down to pick a few, give them a good trim.
Thirteen rose, fourteen rose, fifteen rose,
Come home and bring them back to him.
Sixteen rose, seventeen rose, eighteen rose,
Smelling them with his nose.
Nineteen rose, twenty rose, twenty-one rose,
Plant them in the garden so they grow.
Twenty-two rose, twenty-three rose, twenty-four rose,
Tie them together with a bow.
Twenty-five rose, twenty-six rose, twenty-seven rose,
On one knee, picking one out, he proposes.
Twenty-seven roses. 
Pink and red petels fall
lightly swaying in the breeze
falling gently from the bouqet you hold.
Your sweet voice calls to me
of course you need me
you try to explain but please tell the truth
Poison ran through my blood that day
ice ran down my spine
tears wanted to pour
And oh how can I still listen?
How can I consider?
That you would still want me.
But oh your voice!
The gentalness it held
the kindness I felt while with you
my heart would go flatline with your arms around me.
my breath would catch with your kiss
blood boiling, you said its me
How can I know though?
Do I just forgive and forget because of the beauty
in the petals of the roses?
Or will you do more?
Will you try harder?
To win my heart over again?
The roses you hold fall away
Dying in the light
as my soul does once again
No more red and pink swirl around
nothing dances at my toes
The thorns are here peircing me,
fall fall away.
