Best Black Rose Poems
Peace seems like a once-written myth, now blurred from sight,
like wrathful willows floating along sullen streams.
There, stars linger to trace lost love in twilight’s grace,
amidst the bitter cold wind roaring through the night.
But is a black rose not a rose if kissed with warmth?
When petals wilt, reignite kismet flames of light.
We are the poets of a crisp dawn sketched in gold.
Together, we erase veiled wrongs with ink so bright.
For hope can weave fragments of faith from lunar dreams;
love lost in twilight’s grace, there stars linger to trace~
verses to calm sinister skies of hate and plight.
When death and his friends walked by it,
It simply smiled and sank a little into its soil.
When its fresh air started to pollute, like the water it sapped on,
It simply smiled and sank a little into its soil.
When it sees the dusk rises out of the ground,
It simply smiled and sank a little into its soil.
When the kids that knew of his presence, showered him with their blood,
It simply smiled and sank a little into its soil.
When a soft hand tendered to its ravaged petals,
When a sweet lip whispered comforts into its stems,
And
When its thorns were bathed in clear water,
It simply cried and grew a little towards the bright sun.
The deepest burgundy I have ever seen
The soberest black ever
So dense..so mysterious
but still dont show its loving quiver.
The velvety touch
not resembling to hatred much
The silk of my heart it sways
Mysterious yet like a gorgeous love in heaven it was made
Like a diamond it shone in the endless sky
and the beautiful scent of its prickling cry..
takes my heart in hollow
Neither owned by someone
no needed to be borrowed.
In the barren land, I walk
touching the earth with my toes
But yet it blooms intoxicatently inside me as it was a black rose.
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I'm sitting here on my bed,
thinking of all the wonderful things you've said.
I can't wait to be with you,
theres nothing more I want to do.
I hate thinking of your pain,
When you cry it's like acid rain.
I'll always be by your side,
Thanks for staying on my hellish ride.
Sorry for all the times I've lied.
I will make your pain go away,
For here with you I will stay.
The rings on our fingers represent the love,
On it soars, higher and higher like a dove.
A couple of times you've talked me out of my sollution,
Everyone calling me names, is like pollution.
I'm glad we don't have to hide,
I swear I probably would have died.
You mean everything to me,
I wish they could see.
My love for you grows every second of every hour,
To you I give the thing, the black rose, my love flower.
Your hands are mine to hold,
To take away the cold.
This is another old one so if it bad sorry you had to suffer through it.
I can't go on
The noise in my head
Futures bleak
Tomorrow i dread
Please come and see me
And I'll open my heart
Talk me through
And we will make a new start.
As quick as i could
The journey was made
As i opened the door
On the table was laid
An envelope,
Bearing my name
On the out side
It read.
I knew you would come
Thank you my dear
Your a wonderful man
Year after year
Inside, there's a letter
Written by me
I have decided,
What my futures to be
Don't be shocked
It's where i want to be
But don't worry
I'll be close to thee.
I open the letter
And unfold it out
It's totally blank
My life's without
I sit down stunned
My world apart
Making plans with my girl
For our new start
Hours pass like minutes
As sirens wail
A train has stopped
On the Northern Line rail
From her window i see
Her car all crushed
People turning away
In sickened rush
As i look at the letter
Blank as new
Our future decided
From that window view.
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Because I am a rose you expect me to be red
But I am black hope there’s much to be said
My petals not yellow but thick onyx braids
Inspiring the fellows who want to get laid
But I’m no mattress nor am I for sale
Comfy in my blackness no need to yell
Stigma and enigma due to my pride
Misunderstood figure refusing slight
My feet are planted in brown dirt
Inspiring romantic despite my hurts
Cut me deep and I bleed cranberries
DNA unique magical like cocoa faeries
Optimistic singing James Brown so loud
Who can resist I’m black and I’m proud
Did I tell you the story of my mystical black rose?
Well let me
In my troubled nights I took comfort in the scenery of my old window
One tiny sparkle always shone its way through the darkness, embracing my sorrow
Till the night I decided to visit my sorrow's whisker in the belly of midnight
I wrestled through the bushes sacrificing my blood on the alter of their sharp leaves and thorns
Till my eyes was paralyzed on this black rose that collected drops of dew in its petals and lightened them with the moonlight; that mysterious sparkle now lay bare in my eyes and in my reach for the first time.
I'd never seen black so beautiful, but as much as I wanted to pluck it for myself my heart wouldn't let me, for I was not in love with just a black rose but everything else that made it sparkle my sorrows away; the moon and the dew.
As I left with doubt clouding my mind, I saw its sparkling drops trickle down its petals.
Can a rose cry?
For I live now never to see it sparkle again ever since that night.
I'm different now, beyond need of sparkles for my nights but I always walk to that old window waiting for my mystical black rose to reach my heart again. Even though I might see myself a gray haired man starring in my old window, I'll wait, just patiently wait, for my black rose to come alive again. And this time, just this time I will not think twice.
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A thousand whispers echo,
at the end of the unending abyss.
Million are the doubts along,
numerous are perceptive degrees.
Sinking in the gyrating seduction,
deracinating subconsciously indeed.
wandering amidst the chaotic sea,
Ignorance seems like a bliss.
Darkness whispers when life surrenders,
And the world has to decry.
Engulfed in the symphonic doom,
The Black Rose emerges free.
What shadows hide
your dreaming petals?
Ebony srtains, pure
blackness never seen.
You Pimpernel rose
will elusive
be your name.
Entwined with brothers white
so many hearts
to flutter.
A dream of Martin
Luther king
love seeps
in roots together.
An emblem for embrace.
The African star
will not suffice,
to buy your knotted gait.
But to see your wonder
afore I die,
I hope natures
not too late.
THE RED/BLACK ROSE
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If I a placid pond sit
Still my shallow grounds
Engulfed within the woods
Submerged and bound
Arrayed with ruby rings
Robed in brunette pearls
What jewel would justly paint
With brush my clearest tint
Wouldst any drown the drink
The tongue calls a quench
Cool and clear as white
Atop the moonlit sky
Or wouldst the treasuries' trees
Reveal arising clips depicting
Darkened depths entrenched
In deep demise
Doth God's glory glide
The ornamented floor
Moving mortal millions
To probe, dip, and dive
Beneath the brittle creek
In buried ocean mines
To touch and taste, then tell
Of seas the sands confine
If raids of floral floods
Could frame the fluid's face
As angels frame the figure
Of heaven's sovereign God
Then pluck the petaled stem
The prototyped rendition
Of red/darkened rose
Which colors my condition
~Poetra Jah~
Black rose on the wall
See the daylight no more
All the hearts are sore
Left black to the core
No need to wish for more
Take it!
And throw it on the floor
Soft like satin, delicate
as skin, the petals of the
black rose enchant with
its very vibe of obscurity.
Tender as tranquil notes
of music, silent as the
unknown, the black rose
beholds hidden beauty
that is rarely seen.
As strong as true love,
as sharp as blades,
the black rose adorns
thorns that prick soft
virgin skin unexpectedly
releasing the very essence
of life.
As bright as the sun,
as colourful as a rainbow,
the black rose owns foliage
of such intensity that it
strikes one’s sight with
images of blissful moments;
the black rose – obscure
then yet darkly beautiful.
Ink
death rose
gothic mood
gallows bouquet
sweet scented aroma, grave companions
deep Mahogany, blood stains, velvet touch
doleful embers
charred petals
mournful
grief
Black gold, velvet beauty rose bud
Lost in thy dreams you carry
Found dying in mourning flood
Glancing upon your last stanza’s guard
Silent mantra and strips of sward
Love song breathe sadness, farewells wary
Pain thunders unmanageably hard
Shard ashes buried once tainted by lifeblood
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Flowing fields of black
Roses the hue of night
Dark meadow take me home
Relieve me of my fright
And take me back.
Blackened fields of ashy rose
Take me to my home
Where I'll never see the sun again
Where I'll never hate
And never bend
Where we only see in shades of gray
Where summer sun has shone its last
And November wind is here to stay.
Where I can go forget my past
And never have to pay
For the things I've done.
Blackened fields of ashy rose
Take me to your home
Where we all see in shades of gray
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind.
Forget my face forget my name
Forget my form forget my sin
Let me stay and waste away
Please won't you take me in?