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)O( Poetry By Magenta Rose )O(

All poems written by the "Magenta Rose" 2002 & beyond

I'm glad you decided to visit my poem page. I hope there is something here that you like and can relate to. I'm not the most fabulous poet in the world, but my poems come from my heart and my experiences in life. There is nothing fancy, elaborate, or hard to understand here. My poems don't require a dictionary to interpret them, and you don't need to be "inside my head" just to understand them!!

Some of the writings here reflects my spirituality, and some don't. Wicca is a VERY big part of my life, but it is not the only part. I have written a lot about and for my family, whom are mostly Christian, so there is a reference or two about the Christian God, which in NO WAY reflects my spirituality. But you see, those poems were not about me. Those particular poems were about the person I was writing about, and the way I perceive them.

I would like to say just one more thing before we get on to the poems that I keep talking about. Please, pretty please DO NOT use my poems without my permission. I am kind enough to share them with you, so you can be kind enough to not steal my work. If you like a particular poem, and would like to use it for your own website e-mail me first, and I'll be glad to share them with you.



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Poetry Index

Thoughts for My Unborn Daughter

My Eternal Lover

Great Mother of All

A Wiccan's Sorrow

He Will Forever Live

Sixty Years

My Bad Habit

Twisting Hell....

Pappaw’s Life.... (new)

I Live in the Shadows (new)

Nature Is..... (new)



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Thoughts For My Unborn Daughter


This was written when I was seven months pregnant with my daughter, Ariana. Pregnancy was a very wonderful experience for me, if you can’t tell!


I can't wait to see your face,
you will be sweet as an angel.

Every one of your gentle movements,
makes me wonder who you are.

You are a part of me, a part of him,
but you will be your own person too.

You are already loved so much right now.
That love will get stronger with time.

You will be a darling princess,
with only the best crowns and jewels.

But the crowns and jewels aren't what you think, my dear.
They are the love and care I will always give to you.

You will make it the best day of my life,
when I get to hold you for the first time.

To see you take your first breath,
will take my breath away.

To see your father's eyes light up when he see's your beautiful face,
will give me peace and joy all over my body.

You will change mine and daddy's life in so many ways,
but all for the better my little princess.

I have to wait two more months for this perfect day.
But it will be worth the wait!


Written by: Magenta Rose© (your loving mother) 6/14/00



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My Eternal Lover

This is a poem I wrote for my dear husband Marlevane! He is my life, my soul, and the air that I breathe. My life would be nothing without him.
'Nuff said...


Oh lover, my lover, you mean so much to me!
(I hope my words come out right. Let's just wait and see!)

The night I met you, I knew you were the one.
We laughed and sang and danced all night, we had so much fun.

My heart melted each time I looked into your baby blues.
You made me feel like a fresh, young girl. I my heart felt fresh and new.

As time marched on, our precious love just grew and grew.
It wasn't too long after, we both said "I Do."

Some more time passed then we made a beautiful child.
She was part of both of us. She always made us smile.

Today we are still together, and my feelings are still the same.
Well, I think I got that wrong, I fall deeper in love each and every day.

Two hundred years my pass by, but you will still be my lover.
No matter what happens in our life, I'll never want another!


Written by Magenta Rose© on Jan. 27th 2002



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Great Mother of All

This is a poem that I wrote when I found the Mother Goddess. Ever since that special day, She has been my rock and my comfort through all my hard times! Hail to the Goddess!!


I am lost, yet I am found,
I'm lost in a sea of judgement,
yet found in the Mothers arms.
She cradles me, comforts me,
and holds me very tight.
She lets no harm come to me,
and sings to me all through the night.

When all my fears have gone,
she goes to comfort another.
But I know she isn't very far away.
Because I can hear Her in the cats meow,
or the dogs mighty growl.
I can see Her in the dancing flames,
or sense Her in the crashing waves.

If I get lost again,all I have to say is...
"I need you Great Goddess...Hecate,Hecate,Hecate".
She will come to me again with Her open arms,
and hold me if I weep.
She lets me cry on Her shoulder,
until I'm fast asleep!


Written by Magenta Rose© on Jan. 27th 2002



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A Wiccan's Sorrow

When I became brave enough to tell my friends and family about the religion that I had chosen, they gave me a lot of grief for it. But I looked to the God and Goddess for help, and that was the best decision that I ever made.


A Witch's teardrops fall to the ground.
They make such a sad, sad sound.

Her teardrops fall onto her broken heart.
She wonders why the saddness had to start.

She wonders why humanity has gone away.
Or has humanity ever existed anyway?

Her heart is broke because society is so cruel.
Why should everyone follow their rules?

A Witch's teardrops fall from her eyes,
As she looks toward the sky, and asks "Why, why, why?"

Then a silver moonbeam shone down and whispered in her ear.
"Humanity hasn't gone away, people don't understand, my dear"

"Let them believe the way they want to believe.
Don't worry about them, just Trust in Me, I'll never leave!"

Written by Magenta Rose© on Jan. 26th 2002



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He Will Forever Live

I wrote this for someone very close to me, when she lost someone very close to her. It seemed to help her with her grief. I hope by putting this poem on my site, it will help someone else too.


Death is only a part of life.
To some, it is the start of eternal life.
To others, it is only a rest between lives.
But no matter what you believe,
the body does have a soul, and it will forever live.

Life is only a part of death.
The living will continue to live,
having memories of the departed.
Pictures are memories. Scents are memories.
Places are memories. Memories are memories.
Don't ever let these fade away,
for through memories, he will forever live.

Sorrow is part of both life and death.
The living will grieve for the missing part of their life.
But it's okay to hurt. It's okay to cry.
It's okay to feel sad. It's okay to grieve.
These feelings will soon get better,
if you fill your heart with memories,
and faith that he will forever live.

Please remember, his spirit is around you,
wherever you may go.

Please remember, his love is with you,
more than you may know.

Please remember, with every flower to him you give,
even though his body is gone; his soul still remains,

and he will forever live!

Written by: Magenta Rose© 02-26-02



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Sixty Years

I wrote this for my Grandparents on their 60th wedding anniversary. I didn’t have a lot of money, and they had everything in the world they needed anyway, so I thought "Why not honor their love with words??" It was one of the best gifts I could have gave them.


They have the purist of love,
that has stood the test of time.

They were always meant for one another,
through the good Lord's eyes.

Two crazy kids met one day,
not knowing what would be.

The next day came and they both thought,
"My dear, you are meant for me!!"

As time moved on, their love did grow,
and then they were married.

They bought some land, built a home,
and started their family.

They had good times, they had bad times,
just like all couples do.

But one thing is different from all the rest,
their love is pure and true.

Now they have sixty years together,
and their hearts still beat as one.

I want them to know, they inspired me so.
They made me believe in love!!

Written by: Magenta Rose© on 11-15-2001

For my wonderful grandparents, Ray and Geneva; may they rest in peace..



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My Bad Habit

When I wrote this, I was trying to deal with my disgusting cigarette habit. Well, it didn’t work because I’m still hooked to this day.

I’m sharing this poem with the world in hopes that it will help a curious teenager or adult for that matter, to never ever pick up a cigarette. I have read many times that nicotine is one of the most addicting drugs in the world.

It must be true because I started smoking when I was 15 years old, and I’m 29 now. I have been smoking for 14 years, and have tried to quit about 10 times, with no success. So please if you don’t smoke DON’T EVER START!!


Oh how I hate these cancer sticks.
They make my cough. They make me sick.

When I light one up, I'm full of dread.
Oh how I hate these terrible “Reds”.

When I awake in the morning, after sweet dreams,
I don't want breakfast, I want nicotine.

They are the center of my beautiful world.
For ever touching them, I was an ignorant girl.

If I could turn back time, to when I was fifteen,
I never would have picked up the stupid things!

Oh how I hate these cancer sticks.
I wish just throwing them out would do the trick.

I've tried every remedy in the book.
But nothing has worked. I'm totally hooked.

My advice to someone who has never smoked;
"Don't ever start, cigarettes are a joke!"

Written by Magenta Rose© on 03/06/02



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Twisting Hell....

I wrote this poem because of my spinal condition, scoliosis. It's very hard to deal with sometimes, but writing helps get bad and unwanted feelings out. I didn't publish this poem on our site to depress anyone, or receive pity from others. I am only sharing it so others can see a glimpse into my world and understand how it sometimes feels to live with a crippling disease.....


Twisting, turning agony inside
My personal hell is my crooked spine

Curving this way, spinning like that
.....like a country road on a map

It's hard to walk, hard to stand
life has been stolen from my hands

There's no hope left, not for me
...I'll be like this for eternity

Popping pills to ease the pain
everyday is exactly the same

My war is lost, destiny has won
the fate of my life is said and done.

Twisting, turning agony inside
Life is miserable with a crooked spine.......

Written by Magenta Rose© on 5/07/05



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Pappaw’s Life, from a granddaughter's perspective

I wrote this after my grandfather passed away in February, 2006. He was a great, great man and he made a positive impact on everyone that he met. He never talked bad about people and opened his home to anyone that needed it. My Pappaw taught me a lot about farming, gardening and the moon. He was (and still is) wise. He visits me every now and again. :-) This is for you Pappaw.....


You've flown away on golden wings to the streets of gold.
Your soul will live forever in His glory so strong and bold.

You're on the arm of Mammaw now, so you may now kiss her face.
Your life was one of dignity, one of love and full of grace.

You've never said one cross word that would curse another.
You loved all that passed your way like a sister or a brother.

You toiled long and hard to raise your family and your land
You did everything you could so on your two feet you could stand

You shared your knowledge and your wisdom and told tales from long ago
You knew everything about everything but your pride did never show

But now you have flown away to your paradise so well deserved.
You're in the arms of Mammaw now and embraced by the Lord you served!

Written by Magenta Rose© on 2/26/06
I Love you Pappaw....we all do!



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This poem is a little darker then I usually write, but it was so fun! It was written from a fictional vampire's point of view. I'm sure I will be writing more like this in the future because I really enjoy this style. Let me know what you think. (Be kind please. ~lol~)


I was born in the eve of Darkness;

I’m a child of the Night; an unfortunate child of despair.
The stars were missing from the sky...
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The night I sprang from Mother’s womb.






I live in the shadows, of more brilliant beings.

I crawl on my knees, scavenging for light.
A sliver of radiance is what I long for....
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But I never am close enough to touch it.






I am the creature they all fear; condemned for all time

I have many names, but no soul to attach them to.
I am so misunderstood; I wish they could only see...
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That I am capable of love, but I do have to survive.






I’ve seen time come and go, yet my world stays the same.

I am stuck in a loophole of perpetual torment
Oh, how I wish that I could touch the light...
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If only for a fleeting moment, but my dream will never manifest.






For I am Nosferatu....damned to wander this plane forever

Without love, without light without purpose
My eternal hunger for light will never cease...
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For I am damned to ride the night current until time’s end.........



Written by Magenta Rose© on 7-10-06



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Nature Is.....

I've had this one tucked back for nearly a year. I'm not sure why I did that, but all that really matters now is that it's here. ~lol~ This poem is short, sweet and to the point. Enjoy.....


Nature is love,
Nature is hate,
Nature is neutral
When we open its gates

Nature is a friend
Nature is a teacher
Nature is inspiring,
As well as its creatures

Nature is destructive,
Yet nature is healing
Nature is magickal
And very free willing

Nature sings to my heart,
Nature sings to my soul
And I listen very well
When its secrets are told

Nature is within me
And I am within it
I thank nature everyday,
For allowing me to exist.....

Written by Magenta Rose© on 12/14/2005



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