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Rose Colors Symbolic Meanings

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Roses are my absolute favorite flower. They have played a big part in my life. Their smell is so breath taking, and brings back many memories. The name itself was my great grandmother's first name, and now is  part of mine also. It is also the flower for June my favorite month, an my birthday month.  
Rose comes from the Latin word rosa.
They come in many different colors all of which have significant symbolic meanings. I have put together a  list of what each color of the Rose symbolizes.


White - purity, innocence, and youthfulness.

Ivory - charm, thoughtfulness, and gracefulness.


Yellow - freindship, joy, and caring.


Peach - modesty, genuineness, sincerity, and gratitude.


Orange - desire, fascination, enthusiasm, and energy.


Pink - femininity, elegance, refinement, and sweetness.


Red - passion, love, romance, and desire.


Violet - enchantment, splemder, wonder, and mystery.


Green - richness, abundance and bounty.



Blue -mystery, the impossible, and unattainable



Black - death, mourning, big c…

Icy Dread

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Another dark poem. Written a couple weeks ago. 


I felt the breathe and presence
Of something dark and dirty.
It sent a frozen chill
Up my heated body.

I shivered in the cold
That bit me in the back,
and whispered in the darkness,
"Please, give me one last chance."

I there than became aware,
Rime fingers on my shoulder.
I tried to move away
They grasped me much harder.

The warmth in my body
It slowly diminished.
As I stood there by myself
Ice forming on my body.

I endured the ice crawling,
Descending my arms and legs,
Taking lastly my heart.
That's when it stopped beating.

When the ice ceased crawling
It's sweet, eerie, voice said
"Ice is a pleasant color
To look at upon your head. "

No longer could I answer,
Nor could I cry-out in pain.
I stood there dead, with dread
Frozen upon my face.
By Evelyn Creon

The Reaper

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This poem was inspired by the myth of the Grim Reaper. He is know for collecting the souls from people when their time is up.  
I saw a figure  Descending down Upon a feeble body; Reaping 'way life  With it's own breathing. 
That foul figure  Paralyzed me, Into a macabre fear That stiffened me, While it disappeared. 
The feeble being That I had seen  No longer was it breathing  The figure, a brute, Took life an' now me.  By Evelyn Creon

Autumn

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Leaves on the ground, Leaves on the trees; All in a colorful display, A splendor, an' array. 
Red an' yellow, for apples That rest upon the ground.  Orange, for pumpkins  All carved, an' round. 
Amber, for spiced cider  A yummy warm, refreshment.  Brown, for the acorns   That we turn into decor. 
The colors they're lustrous, A beauty to the eye.  The colors of autumn  That fill the October sky.  By Evelyn Creon

Absence of light

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Don't be afraid  Of the dark of night.  It's only dark because Of the absence of light.  By Evelyn Creon

Symphonies

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Inspired by a summer evening. 
Shh! Listen to the music Directed by the crickets.  They're singing symphonies  In the evening light, If you care to listen.   By Evelyn Creon

Temptation

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Image flashed fore me, I closed my eyes tight.  Darkness settled in With it brought, inept sin. 
I cried, "Not again,"  My eyes began to burn  From a fire within,  "I can't look again." 
 I opened my eyes, The image it was gone, Far from my eye sight.  I could breath once again. 
In that dark evil place, The sun began to show 'baft a mountain peek It did begin to grow. 
Tears filled my eyes  Once again I denied  Undeniable sin  That tried to rule my life.
By Evelyn Creon