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Famous Short Rose Poems. Short Rose Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Rose short poems

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by Emily Dickinson

Partake as doth the Bee

 Partake as doth the Bee,
The Rose is an Estate -- In Sicily.

by Ambrose Bierce


 The pig is taught by sermons and epistles
To think the God of Swine has snout and bristles.

by Ezra Pound

Tsai Chih

 The petals fall in the fountain, 
the orange-coloured rose-leaves, 
Their ochre clings to the stone.

by Emily Dickinson

Artists wrestled here!

 Artists wrestled here!
Lo, a tint Cashmere!
Lo, a Rose!
Student of the Year!
For the easel here
Say Repose!

by Emily Dickinson

She rose as high as His Occasion

 She rose as high as His Occasion
Then sought the Dust --
And lower lay in low Westminster
For Her brief Crest --

by Ambrose Bierce

With a Book

 Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning--
Sense lacking.
Ah, nothing, more obscure than Browning, Save blacking.

by Ogura Hyakunin Isshu

Abe no Nakamaro

When I look abroad
O'er the wide-stretched "Plain of Heaven,"
Is the moon the same
That on Mount Mikasa rose,
In the land of Kasuga?

by Matthew Prior

A True Maid

 No, no; for my virginity,
When I lose that, says Rose, I'll die:
Behind the elms last night, cried Dick,
Rose, were you not extremely sick?

by Emily Dickinson

A sepal petal and a thorn

 A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn --
A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two --
A Breeze -- a caper in the trees --
And I'm a Rose!

by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Angler Rose He Took His Rod

 THE angler rose, he took his rod,
He kneeled and made his prayers to God.
The living God sat overhead: The angler tripped, the eels were fed

by Edward Lear

Rr Rosy



Rosy, Posy, Nosy, Rosy, Blows-y, grows-y, Little rose!

by Odysseus Elytis

From Maria Nephele 1979

If you are of the Atreides go
elsewhere to shout aloud.
Such fire doesn't kindle the sun here where conscience rose and took on a maiden's real body.

by Ezra Pound

The Encounter

 All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go Her fingers were like the tissue Of a Japanese paper napkin.

by Ambrose Bierce


 In contact, lo! the flint and steel,
By sharp and flame, the thought reveal
That he the metal, she the stone,
Had cherished secretly alone.
Booley Fito.

by Ambrose Bierce

An Inscription

 A conqueror as provident as brave,
He robbed the cradle to supply the grave.
His reign laid quantities of human dust: He fell upon the just and the unjust.

by Amy Levy

Youth and Love

 What does youth know of love?
Little enough, I trow!
He plucks the myrtle for his brow,
For his forehead the rose.
Nay, but of love It is not youth who knows.

by Ambrose Bierce


 The cur foretells the knell of parting day;
The loafing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;
The wise man homewards plods; I only stay
To fiddle-faddle in a minor key.

by Omar Khayyam

Long time in wine and rose I took delight,

Long time in wine and rose I took delight,
But then my business never went aright;
Since wine could not accomplish my desire,
I have abandoned and forsworn it quite.

by Omar Khayyam

Sweet is rose-ruddy wine in goblets gay,

Sweet is rose-ruddy wine in goblets gay,
And sweet are lute and harp and roundelay;
But for the zealot who ignores the cup,
'Tis sweet when he is twenty leagues away!

by William Blake

The Lilly

 The modest Rose puts forth a thorn:
The humble Sheep.
a threatning horn: While the Lily white, shall in Love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright

by Omar Khayyam

To-day when fortune's rose is burgeoning, fill high the

To-day when fortune's rose is burgeoning, fill high the
cup. Drink deep, O friend, drink deep, for time is not
thy friend or ever willingly repeats a day like this.

by Omar Khayyam

I worship rose-red cheeks with heart and soul,

I worship rose-red cheeks with heart and soul,
I suffer not my hand to quit the bowl,
I make each part of me his function do,
Or e'er my parts be swallowed in the Whole.

by Emily Dickinson

Lethe in my flower

 "Lethe" in my flower,
Of which they who drink
In the fadeless orchards
Hear the bobolink!

Merely flake or petal
As the Eye beholds
Jupiter! my father!
I perceive the rose!

by Omar Khayyam

Where'er you see a rose or tulip bed,

Where'er you see a rose or tulip bed,
Know that a mighty monarch's blood was shed
And where the violet rears her purple tuft,
Be sure a black-moled girl hath laid her head.

by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

A Stone I died


A stone I died and rose again a plant; A plant I died and rose an animal; I died an animal and was born a man.
Why should I fear? What have I lost by death?