Rose Poems
#rose
Rose poems, here you'll find poetry about roses, a symbol of delicate beauty, tainted innocence and immortal love. Nature and symbolic poetry about roses, from a fragile petal to a sharp prick from a thorn. White roses symbolise purity, red roses passion and love and a black rose is associated with gothic beauty and death.
Angel Hudson
This name
Oh oh this name
Well I represented
With youthful pride
To be one of you
Is like honouring Christ
Like the resurrection today
Good Friday
My name represents unity
Unity meaning all
Our genre all the generic
People get together
To celebrate success
With Mr Saul Hudson Slash
I love you all
And hope I can bring
Some mercy to the
People that nominated us
In good faith to be winners
And Hudson
My love for you
Is deeper than any river
Maybe the rockpool in Darwin
Where we met...
Oh oh this name
Well I represented
With youthful pride
To be one of you
Is like honouring Christ
Like the resurrection today
Good Friday
My name represents unity
Unity meaning all
Our genre all the generic
People get together
To celebrate success
With Mr Saul Hudson Slash
I love you all
And hope I can bring
Some mercy to the
People that nominated us
In good faith to be winners
And Hudson
My love for you
Is deeper than any river
Maybe the rockpool in Darwin
Where we met...
#love
#BestFriend
#friendship #rose
#friendship #rose
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Say it louder for the crowd in the back
"Could you repeat that, sir?"
I jot scribbles onto my notepad.
Yellow pages are wrinkled and faded.
I'll work with what I've got.
"Yeah," he says coolly.
"A rose. You'll see one and be reminded of me."
With that said, the man proceeds to walk out.
He's flanked by two armed guards.
"Well, I guess I got something out of the guy."
I sit and reflect; he said the same thing to that woman.
Maybe under better circumstances, but the same thing.
May she rest in peace.
...
I jot scribbles onto my notepad.
Yellow pages are wrinkled and faded.
I'll work with what I've got.
"Yeah," he says coolly.
"A rose. You'll see one and be reminded of me."
With that said, the man proceeds to walk out.
He's flanked by two armed guards.
"Well, I guess I got something out of the guy."
I sit and reflect; he said the same thing to that woman.
Maybe under better circumstances, but the same thing.
May she rest in peace.
...
#rose
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Untitled 3
Every rose was once a tiny bud
Waiting for its day to bloom.
Waiting for its day to bloom.
#rose
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Rose...Victim of silent rejection..!
It remain quiet
after being
abandoned
by someone
I have seen it
becoming the
beauty of someone's hair
becoming
a witness of love
shivering in the sheets
in quiet nights
and buried in the book
n yaaa I have seen it
fall in love with words
n I have seen the words
cry when that rose
is thrown away from the book...
after being
abandoned
by someone
I have seen it
becoming the
beauty of someone's hair
becoming
a witness of love
shivering in the sheets
in quiet nights
and buried in the book
n yaaa I have seen it
fall in love with words
n I have seen the words
cry when that rose
is thrown away from the book...
#love
#rose
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of life and breath
Sometimes it's the same moments that take your breath away that
breathe purpose and love back into your life.”―Steve Marabol
i remember you
from another world,
elegant one, in a thousand roses.
naked now, of dew,
wherefore are you hurled
whence i’ve lusted for your orgic poses?
where, the stunning blush,
of...
breathe purpose and love back into your life.”―Steve Marabol
i remember you
from another world,
elegant one, in a thousand roses.
naked now, of dew,
wherefore are you hurled
whence i’ve lusted for your orgic poses?
where, the stunning blush,
of...
#sadness
#death
#flowers
#rose
#LifeCycle
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a smile among the roses
The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness
are linked together.”–Saadi
everyday
i wait for you
by my window
and all i see are roses
blushing red
in the dripping of my tears
in my lay-
wait rendezvous
i crave to know
the things your heart discloses
...
are linked together.”–Saadi
everyday
i wait for you
by my window
and all i see are roses
blushing red
in the dripping of my tears
in my lay-
wait rendezvous
i crave to know
the things your heart discloses
...
#rejection
#romantic
#rose
#FallingInLove
#UnrequitedLove
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broken token
A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely
promise won’t come true.”—Ray Evans
on bended knees my rose now bows,
for broken are the solemn vows
the suitor and his beau made on her head.
tossed through a window in disdain,
her blush shall ne'er be red again,
for, in the cold, she faints, as good as dead.
she whimpers in the cruel earth,
how indisposed, where once her worth
was weightier than tried silver or fine gold!
for lovers, when their filigree
explodes with vexful tyranny,
get burnt,...
promise won’t come true.”—Ray Evans
on bended knees my rose now bows,
for broken are the solemn vows
the suitor and his beau made on her head.
tossed through a window in disdain,
her blush shall ne'er be red again,
for, in the cold, she faints, as good as dead.
she whimpers in the cruel earth,
how indisposed, where once her worth
was weightier than tried silver or fine gold!
for lovers, when their filigree
explodes with vexful tyranny,
get burnt,...
#relationships
#romantic
#rose
#FallingInLove
#symbolism
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I am the Rose
My body is filled with roses
cut me and you will see
touch a drop of my blood
the color of red roses it will be.
For each drop that you touch
a rose will form in your hand
rose petals as red as blood
for a red rose is what I am.
cut me and you will see
touch a drop of my blood
the color of red roses it will be.
For each drop that you touch
a rose will form in your hand
rose petals as red as blood
for a red rose is what I am.
#dark
#flowers
#rose #WritingPoetry
#rose #WritingPoetry
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Only A Blind Rose Sees Its Own Throns
Boiling in the filthy stench of your own boiling cauldron in your false life
How many myths does it take you wet soaking witch
To convince yourself to hide behind another mask after your cause rife
Unto this Queen who have respectably stepped away from the shadows of her throne
To play chess on your board, where I move, until you have no home
In my squares we shall dance, we shall play
My Rook, my Bishop, my Knight, my King, shall leave you in dismay
This Monarch leaves you where you lay
The truth...
How many myths does it take you wet soaking witch
To convince yourself to hide behind another mask after your cause rife
Unto this Queen who have respectably stepped away from the shadows of her throne
To play chess on your board, where I move, until you have no home
In my squares we shall dance, we shall play
My Rook, my Bishop, my Knight, my King, shall leave you in dismay
This Monarch leaves you where you lay
The truth...
#war
#rose
#sun
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Rulee and Sudeshna and Rakhi.
I love my sisters
Often in rain
And wind and woods
Where the wet winds
Blows a new break
Of summer.
I lie with
A
Semblance
Of mother
And pen
Is my new
Inl of the
Green.
She is a midnight
Harbour of island
Blue where the
Moon is red.
Often in rain
And wind and woods
Where the wet winds
Blows a new break
Of summer.
I lie with
A
Semblance
Of mother
And pen
Is my new
Inl of the
Green.
She is a midnight
Harbour of island
Blue where the
Moon is red.
#flowers
#rose
#nature
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Romu
My brother
Is the rain
Too much for
Tine when
We walk
Away
To a village of the
Valley and sing
Songs of
Garlands
And gown.
Is the rain
Too much for
Tine when
We walk
Away
To a village of the
Valley and sing
Songs of
Garlands
And gown.
#brother
#rose
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Nature Sings
Red roses of trellis and nightingales
mellow in yellow as they sing pretty songs
softly performing during mid mourning flings
as far off bells ring ding-a-ling-ling
echoing over mountains of emerald green
through vast skies a melody as if in a sweet dream
while butterflies flutter their beautiful wings
and bees buzz around large meadows of wild thistle weed
the hummingbirds fly high towards the heavens humming along
red roses of trellis and nightingales in yellow sing pretty songs.
mellow in yellow as they sing pretty songs
softly performing during mid mourning flings
as far off bells ring ding-a-ling-ling
echoing over mountains of emerald green
through vast skies a melody as if in a sweet dream
while butterflies flutter their beautiful wings
and bees buzz around large meadows of wild thistle weed
the hummingbirds fly high towards the heavens humming along
red roses of trellis and nightingales in yellow sing pretty songs.
#rose
#birds
#nature
#music
#WritingPoetry
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