Storm is blowing
Rose petals soft as tears
Lamentably
Fall and scatter around
Graffiti in my braids
Happy Thursday,My Friends
Anita Bacha
Fragile Petals – Tanka Thursday – A Poem by Anita Bacha
Tag: Roses
Pristine Pink Rosebud – Haiku – A Poem by Anita Bacha
pristine pink rosebud
sparkling with evening dewdrops
flaunts a waxing moon
Anita Bacha
Good morning my dear friends!
Thank you for your visit!
Maytime Pink Roses – Haiku – A Poem by Anita Bacha
Maytime Pink Roses
Taking a sip of nectar
A small butterfly
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends and readers, thank you for your visit.
Today’s Quote by William Shakespeare
What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
William Shakespeare
Thank you for your visit
Happy Thursday, my dear friends
Anita Bacha
Raindrops and Roses – A Haiku by Anita Bacha
Raindrops and roses
Bouquet of eau de cologne
On a winter day
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends.
Happy Saturday
Thorns – A Poem by Rumi
Look at me and hear me
Because I’m here just for that
I am your moon
And your moonlight too
I am your flower garden
And your water too
I have come all this way
Eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you
O Sweet Bitterness !
I will soothe and heal you
I will bring you roses
I too have been covered with thorns
Rumi
Transience of Beauty – A Haiku Poem by Anita Bacha
transience of beauty
glossy blossoms writhe and fall
in a matter of time
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends. Thank you for your visit.
Late Blooming Roses – A Haiku Poem by Anita Bacha
late blooming roses
scattered in the blowing wind
bonfire of petals
Anita Bacha
Written in response to the weekly prompt of inkMine stories on Twitter.
Thank you for viewing and reading my dear friends.
A New Phase of Life – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha
The rose has fallen,
On the stem, a bud opens,
A new phase of life,
On a bed of thorns, she thrives,
Bleeding words of innocence.
Anita Bacha
My Rose Garden
what’s in a name
that which we call a rose
by any other name
would smell as sweet
What’s in a name
That which we call a rose
By any other name
Would smell as sweet
What’s in a name
That which we call a prose
By any other name
Would reach you my rose
Today’s close bud
Tomorrow’s full bloom
Delicate rose
In the green prairie
Tune of solo flutist
Awakens the rose
Against all the odds
She opens her sleek petals
Bruised but still alive
After heavy rains
Petals of cute rose unfolds
Pride of my garden
In the cold winter
A rose frozen under ice
Waits for spring to break
Hi friends and readers
I wish the gorgeous roses that are smiling at you were literally from my garden
They are the beauties floating on the Internet that inspire my pen to water my blank parchment with the ink of my eyes.
I hope you read and enjoyed my first collection of haiku poems
If you haven’t yet please visit the link below
Thank you
Anita Bacha
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