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Famous Short Rose Poems. Short Rose Poetry by Famous Poets

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,
Abstemiously.
The Rose is an Estate -- In Sicily.


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 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 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 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 Edward Lear

Rr Rosy

R

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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 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 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 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 Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

A Stone I died

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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?


by Omar Khayyam

Irám indeed is gone

Irám indeed is gone with all its Rose,
And Jamshýd’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup where no one knows:
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,
And still a Garden by the Water blows.


by Omar Khayyam

And David’s Lips are lockt

And David’s Lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Péhlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine!
Red Wine!”—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.


by William Blake

The Sick Rose

 O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.


by Emily Dickinson

Her spirit rose to such a height

 Her spirit rose to such a height
Her countenance it did inflate
Like one that fed on awe.
More prudent to assault the dawn Than merit the ethereal scorn That effervesced from her.


by Li Po

Self-Abandonment

 I sat srinking and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
Drunken I rose and walked to the moonlit stream; The birds were gone, and men also few.


by Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings

i shall imagine life

i shall imagine life

is not worth dying if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain

but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose roses(you feel
certain)will only smile


by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Love Preparing to Fly

 He play'd his wings as tho' for flight; 
They webb'd the sky with glassy light.
His body sway'd upon tiptoes, Like a wind-perplexed rose; In eddies of the wind he went At last up the blue element.


by A S J Tessimond

Tube Station

 The tube lift mounts,
 sap in a stem,
And blossoms its load,
 a black, untidy rose.
The fountain of the escalator curls at the crest, breaks and scatters A winnow of men, a sickle of dark spray.


by Emily Dickinson

And this of all my Hopes

 And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end

Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root


by Emily Dickinson

Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights

 Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World --

Generic as a Quarry
And hearty -- as a Rose --
Invited with Asperity
But welcome when he goes.


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