Showing posts from November, 2018

The Note

I have often left my perch  Just to sing a note. So to let it fly  Throughout all the earth  To spread a tone of truth.  By Evelyn Creon

Pastel Sunset

The sunset in the sky  Is dreamer than most. With it's pastel colors  Sinking slowly  Past the coast. By Evelyn Creon

Rose Colors Symbolic Meanings

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.

Icy Dread

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