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.
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
There is supremacy behind words, intellectual minds will realize that without hesitation
A fool’s ploy, a kill joy, playing with minds like toys, like these poets...
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
There is supremacy behind words, intellectual minds will realize that without hesitation
A fool’s ploy, a kill joy, playing with minds like toys, like these poets...
#war
#rose
#sun
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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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how quelling, now, your dwelling
plucked-flower reaping song
“We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees,
yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid
when told they are loved.”—Brandi Snyder
how linden
in the garden,
resplendent in the cradle
of the wind,
the conversations
of bright, charming roses
and sweet forget-me-nots,
cut short by strident knife
in prime of life!
not knowing
where they’re going,
they huddle close to hear
the reaping song:
hasten to me,...
“We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees,
yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid
when told they are loved.”—Brandi Snyder
how linden
in the garden,
resplendent in the cradle
of the wind,
the conversations
of bright, charming roses
and sweet forget-me-nots,
cut short by strident knife
in prime of life!
not knowing
where they’re going,
they huddle close to hear
the reaping song:
hasten to me,...
#flowers
#rose
#nature
#sacrifice
#deception
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Secret Garden
I was exploring my town.
Looking at mountains far away.
Then ,something caught my eye.
I found a house.
With a backyard,very big.
I went into the backyard.
I entered through the doors.
I explored the mystical halls.
Listening to birds chirping.
As I catch a sunlight ray.
And I found something fascinating.
I had found a secret garden.
A fairytale,hidden away.
It had flowers of all kinds, so much color.
Like a jungle hidden in paradise.
You look at its beauty and you widen your eyes.
As...
Looking at mountains far away.
Then ,something caught my eye.
I found a house.
With a backyard,very big.
I went into the backyard.
I entered through the doors.
I explored the mystical halls.
Listening to birds chirping.
As I catch a sunlight ray.
And I found something fascinating.
I had found a secret garden.
A fairytale,hidden away.
It had flowers of all kinds, so much color.
Like a jungle hidden in paradise.
You look at its beauty and you widen your eyes.
As...
#dreams
#flowers
#rose #nature
#rose #nature
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a big island
the Big Island
It is a big island about the size of France, for a long time this island has been asleep so peaceful lemurs jumped along the jungle floor to reach the next tree, before
trophy hunters came together with missionaries and the people looking for gold.
Madagascar was once part of a supercontinent bigger
than Russia, called Gondwana where the inhabitants spoke 4 languages which was needed when traveling
through a landmass that had lakes the size of the Mediterranean Sea.
For a long time, South Gondwana was like Florida a place for the rich and...
It is a big island about the size of France, for a long time this island has been asleep so peaceful lemurs jumped along the jungle floor to reach the next tree, before
trophy hunters came together with missionaries and the people looking for gold.
Madagascar was once part of a supercontinent bigger
than Russia, called Gondwana where the inhabitants spoke 4 languages which was needed when traveling
through a landmass that had lakes the size of the Mediterranean Sea.
For a long time, South Gondwana was like Florida a place for the rich and...
#forest
#flowers
#rose
#nature
#LifeCycle
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I, Unfurled
Sprouted silky splendour
soft wispy seedlings
sway their breezy dance,
tendrils fluttering promise
bewitching true romance
Hints of dewy skin
taunt to slowly bead,
lazily rolling drips
create a lush
purpose driven need
O'breathless marvel!
that, pouted grin,
colorful painted traces
shimmer nature's beguiling
sultry sweet sin
Florets rise upon heady armor
breathe out bold decadence,
ambrosia...
soft wispy seedlings
sway their breezy dance,
tendrils fluttering promise
bewitching true romance
Hints of dewy skin
taunt to slowly bead,
lazily rolling drips
create a lush
purpose driven need
O'breathless marvel!
that, pouted grin,
colorful painted traces
shimmer nature's beguiling
sultry sweet sin
Florets rise upon heady armor
breathe out bold decadence,
ambrosia...
#flowers
#rose
#rhyming
#metaphor
#passion
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A breeze
A rose petal slips
and falls along your skin
like a hidden kiss
lost to the wind
A promise skips
across the bridge
of time
whispered in moments
of bliss like thunder
ravaging dreams
like the pounding hunger
and savage screams
Words like snow
melt and grow
like crystals
in dark places
of where, I don't know
and falls along your skin
like a hidden kiss
lost to the wind
A promise skips
across the bridge
of time
whispered in moments
of bliss like thunder
ravaging dreams
like the pounding hunger
and savage screams
Words like snow
melt and grow
like crystals
in dark places
of where, I don't know
#dreams
#rose
#lover
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red rose full bled
Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness[;]
know that, like life, things sometimes must fade…
before they can bloom again.”―Anonymous
good grief!
that’s what the red rose said;
so brief,
and then shall i be dead.
this life
is but a fleeting breath:
a knife
may hasten yet my death.
kiss me,
and i shall bloom for you;
miss me:
shall i be sad or blue,
till i
have reached that ocean shore,
to fly
away for evermore?
a rose
blooms for the...
know that, like life, things sometimes must fade…
before they can bloom again.”―Anonymous
good grief!
that’s what the red rose said;
so brief,
and then shall i be dead.
this life
is but a fleeting breath:
a knife
may hasten yet my death.
kiss me,
and i shall bloom for you;
miss me:
shall i be sad or blue,
till i
have reached that ocean shore,
to fly
away for evermore?
a rose
blooms for the...
#flowers
#rose
#rebirth
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Deadly rose
Deadly rose
Look art your bloom
Standing tall and bright
So elegant and curvy
Such beauty delight
You draw me in
Devils delight
With a touch you turn
yellow and white
With a hiss you strike with might
As I react to your betrail
I gasp for air with
a paralysising feeling
As I fell you lay me down softly
Deadly rose such beauty
As water rolls down your petals
Like a tears coming down a cheek
I feel no pain from your deceit
I've feel in love with a rose so beautiful
With a venemous delight. ...
Look art your bloom
Standing tall and bright
So elegant and curvy
Such beauty delight
You draw me in
Devils delight
With a touch you turn
yellow and white
With a hiss you strike with might
As I react to your betrail
I gasp for air with
a paralysising feeling
As I fell you lay me down softly
Deadly rose such beauty
As water rolls down your petals
Like a tears coming down a cheek
I feel no pain from your deceit
I've feel in love with a rose so beautiful
With a venemous delight. ...
#love
#betrayal
#rose
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Honeysuckle
Honeysuckle smells deeper
After June’s violent rain
Dogs bark incessantly
At echoes of themselves
Sofa sailors gaze
At reflections of themselves
After the molten sunset
Twilight bruises the sky
Then the moon’s acned face shines
Over wild and sticky fields
After June’s violent rain
Dogs bark incessantly
At echoes of themselves
Sofa sailors gaze
At reflections of themselves
After the molten sunset
Twilight bruises the sky
Then the moon’s acned face shines
Over wild and sticky fields
#flowers
#rose
#moon #sky
#moon #sky
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the end?
The end?
As Spanish bluebells chime
The world has gone silent
A finger hangs over a button
Vacillates.
As Spanish bluebells chime
The world has gone silent
A finger hangs over a button
Vacillates.
#forest
#flowers
#rose
#nature
#LifeCycle
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