Rose by another name
Just might smell as sweet
But soon they die—that’s just lame
Could cook a meal to eat
Food you really like
But the clock, I could not beat
Don’t own a tandem bike
(With basket for cheese)
Someday, wouldn’t that be nice?
Maybe: circus trapeze?
As Cupid takes aim,
This reminder on the breeze:
Love is never a game
It’s also not neat
Hard work, sacrifices made
But the reward is sweet
Better than “creamed ice”
That you and I like to eat
Children we’ve had, soon thrice
(Growing fam’ly’s trees)
Waiting eagerly for Bryce
Makes me weak in the knees
To think of the Name
Who loves much better than these
Marissa, you’re my dame
You make me sing, tweet
Love by you—better than fame
Please accept this new feat:
Poetry rules—mine
A little rhyme and some beat
I really hope you like
“Roses” made with ease
And one more request this time:
Though I laugh when I sneeze
(You love me the same),
Once more, this year, be mine—please
1 comment:
To write this poem, I established rules of verse, calling each stanza a rose. I intend to use the form for more poetry in the future. Here are the rules:
- A rose is a triplet with syllable counts of 6, 5, and 7
- A rose can stand on its own but is better (and more challenging) when grouped with others, becoming a bouquet
- The first line of any bouquet must make reference, subtly or overtly, to another, well-known work of poetry or dramatic verse
- The rhyme scheme within a bouquet is progressive until the fourth rose, after which it repeats: ABA, BCB, CDC, DAD
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