Death Rose Poems

(Easter Resurrection Song)

He rose on the third day, the stone rolled away,
The darkness was shattered by dawn’s golden ray.
The grave could not hold Him, the...

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MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

Urdu poems about life, passion, pain, night, sleep, thought, longing, laments, death & the heart.

I long to embrace her, Ghalib,
whose thought is...

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In the garden where the shadows creep,
there blooms a rose where death runs deep.
Velvet petals, midnight black,
kiss its thorns—you won’t come back.

It lures you in,...

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black roses bloom where shadows creep
rooted deep in graves that weep
petals soft as silken sighs
drinking moonlight, cold and wise

they curl and twist with midnight’s breath
a...

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Listen to this grief I tell,
How love away from me didst wind.
And though in time, I think she’ll find
I loved her better – never mind...

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Rosebuds draft in scarlet, crimson, or maroon,
dreams to capture the viewer's point of view,
as its blossom's sheath their basis to its prune,
magnificent achievers rise in...

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The roses glisten in the dawn
Their petals wet the air turned cold
You stand there knowing what’s beyond
A truth you never meant to hold

The weight of...

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The old Grim Reaper, everlasting gate keeper
Lies waiting like a cannibal ‘round the bend,
For every kind of soul turning this life frigid cold 
On the...

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Painted daisies, baby's breath beside roses
Chrysanthemums, carnations beside roses
Red roses beside pink roses

Still, Rose is gone; Petals fresh, ... dried, and crushed.
Dawn and dusk, and...

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These are modern English translations of poems by the German poets  Ingeborg Bachmann, H. Distler and Johann Georg Jacobi.



“Song”
by Johann Georg Jacobi
translation by Michael...

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These are modern English translations of ancient Middle English poems. 


The Maiden Lay in the Wilds
circa the 14th century
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The maiden...

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Three years ago was only yesterday:
at dawn I opened my eyes and the blinds.
Bouquets you'd left before you passed away;
those on my window daily I...

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If beautiful was printed from a negative it would be the silhouette of a rose
Because roses are sculpted from the hands of immortality
Breathed from the...

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when mortal coil doth — dearest tomb keeper,
shroud the vibrant hue — of the dark and cold.
of life's brief candle — grant me one more...

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Like a dead rose
Let’s expose
The uniquely worst
Politician
Who dreams of being the best
He’s no magician.

A villainous bully or a convicted criminal
Must not run for public office
We...

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