Best Red Red Rose Poems

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From Dawn's Spirited Breath, See Red, Red Rose

When Summer rose meets dawning's sweetest hush
Sun comes to bequeath its dawn bathing rays
Red beauty gleaming, rose stills early rush
Into man's world shines, another bright day.

With red rose petals spreading ever wide
Calming thoughts, heavenly blue ocean waves
One may...

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I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
It's perfect; I pick it for my friend dear.
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.

There on his grave, I stand where wild shrubs grew,
how can I ever stop even one tear?
I see a red, red...

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I am a Red Red Rose
I am a red red rose
A beauty to behold
My texture captivates
My scent invigorates
Petals, a velvet red
Coverings for your bed
Leaves an emerald garb
That hide the hidden barb
Though thorns be on my stem
Touch me, ignoring them
Please, handle me with care
Dethorned, my beauty...

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that's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melody, 
that's sweetly played in tune

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 
So deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry. 

Till a' the seas gang...

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I am a red red rose
A beauty to behold
My texture captivates
My scent invigorates
Petals, a velvet red
Coverings for your bed
Leaves an emerald garb
That hide the hidden barb
Though thorns be on my stem
Touch me, ignoring them
Please, handle me with care
Dethorned, my beauty bare
I am a red red...

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She blushed as the rose, taken from her ebony hair,
moved gracefully, slowly, sensually sliding,
brushing her eyelids, cheeks, and ruby lips,

tickled her neck, teased her décolletage, further
pinching her countenance with ruddy heat.

He spoke in whispers as the petals slid off
her shoulders, in the way he said...

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I will never write a poem about a red red rose
If I ever, would you think it clever?
I will not ever say the petals are red as blood
If I ever, would you visit the rarest blood red rose,
The red red rose?

If you ever came near...

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Oh! how I love the red, red rose,
With your soft petals and bewitching smell,
Thou art the symbol of love, passion and purity,
Reflecting various moods and feelings,
Your heavenly fragrance smells of lemons and honey,
You look trim and smart,
With your petals arranged  in exquisite smoothness,
Though you...

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It was long ago in the moonlight 
the stars were silver and gold
the sand was silk beneath our feet 
as the wind from the sea blew cold

one sweet sad kiss was our last goodbye
a red rose fell from your hand
for i see it again in...

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what did one dish washer say to another?




                                dishes ridiculous...

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A drop of red in a field of white,
A single red, red rose standing above the snow.
Why it didn't freeze, no one knows,
A patch of hope in the barren land.
A small glimmer of light. 
A single red, red rose.

The last piece of humanity left, 
The...

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Red, Red, Red is my Rose,
in a glass bowl it sits.
On a plain table, round and brown.
darkening bit by bit.

Bright, Bright, Bright is the sun,
brightening as it grows.
Up in the blue, sky so high
A shadow to my Red Rose.

Dark, Dark, Darkened to black,
The petals all...

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A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
that's newly sprung in June
and my love is like the melody
that's sweetly played in tune.

And you're so fair, my lovely lass,
and so deep in love am I,
that I...

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before our time drew to a close
you touched my life with poetry
You told me of a red red rose
then you made those words so clear to me

the beauty in a red red rose
is hard to love, even harder to hold
for its freshness fades and dies
but...

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The red rose declines in the cruelty of time
gentle sunsets fade in the midst 
from barely lonely skies,
silver streams die.

What of those days of sweet bliss
the tunes of a symphonic kiss
my soul miss,
and orbs of light are close

in search of emerald nights
the stalks of white...

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