yellow rose
The rose of yellow
is a quite dashing fellow
wearing a golden velvet tux
his morning hello
sounding majestically cello
singing he loves you much
his fragrance so mellow
your mind’s become jello
romantically a perfect touch
but when evening comes
his open arms then becomes
closed, and no longer sings as such.
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mrapook
I am from Miami, Florida and have written poems throughout my life. Some more prolific than others. I know this site is for young poets and writers, but i am young at heart with a little more life experiences. Since we all have been locked up in our own induced prison for awhile, i thought it was about time, since i have so much of it now, to gather all my writings and share my life with you all. Topics that i cover will be, "Mother Nature" "life" "Friendships" "Love" and "Some stories and Thoughts." I have loved art all my life, especially photography and graphic art (my profession, love designing logos and studied at the art institute of Ft. Lauderdale) and ceramics. I wrestled at light weight in high school and won a national award for one of my ceramic vases. I have gone through many rough waters in my life, which one of us hasn't,? which you will read when i post them. I fantasy roll play, play card games especially Poker, and i like board games. You are welcome to follow me on Facebook if you are so inclined to snoop through my pictures and my life. https://www.facebook.com/mitchell.abrahams.77 or for my poetry page "Me Myself & i" fb.me/mrapook I also belong the the "AllPoetry.com" website. Hope you enjoy my poems
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