Best Red Roses Poems
he is tall and dark
gentle strong hands tender heart
brown eyes deep like sea
plant peace inside me
he gave me twelve red roses
pearly smile shining
Red, red roses, you flowers of immortal love
You first blossomed in God’s Garden for Eve
In my garden too, you bloom so bright
I tend you with love and care day and night
You gladden me all through the day
That my verse on roses before all, gleefully I lay
Amid stinging thorns and the cover of leafy green
Your frilled beauty is sometimes veiled unseen
But as the wind croons all day in your ear
Your sweet fragrance spreads in the husky air
Thus, we are drawn to your hidden presence
And come to know of your lovely existence
You appear most beautiful when budding new
Lovely you are when your petals glisten, washed in dew
My Garden serves as a therapy in stress and strain
It is there, I forget and forego all my pain
When the first rays of light fall on the flowers
And the leaves are beaded with dew drops in bowers
I get out to work in nature’s household
And it brings me returns and rewards manifold
As I pull out every unwanted weed
A bit of my grief, I am learning to set aside
Sure, the smiling flowers give me lots of cheer
And my health improves, as I inhale morn’s fresh air
Sweet fragrance of moist dew seeks to transpose
white carnations, baby's-breath, red roses.
Heartwarming blooms called upon to compose
striking overture, fond bridal poses.
White carnations, baby's-breath, red roses,
their fervor takes the breath away with grace.
Striking overture, fond bridal poses,
romance of harmony at glance embrace.
Their fervor takes the breath away with grace,
with deep yearning invoked by nature's thieves,
romance of harmony at glance embrace.
Wisp air weaving like silk through trembling leaves.
With deep yearning invoked by nature's thieves,
heartwarming blooms called upon to compose.
Wisp air weaving like silk through trembling leaves
sweet fragrance of moist dew seeks to transpose.
10/3/2017
Of all the flowers- it is the rose I love the best,
And the most beautiful to me is the color red;
In my journals sweet red roses I have pressed,
Cover me with roses red when I am laying dead.
Oh, let me take my beloved flower up above,
At my bed in a vase are red roses drooping;
This flower is forever death and is deep love,
So lovely- I truly adore this cut rose grouping.
In my last gasp let me hold one to my lips,
Remember me dears when you happen upon a rose;
I will hold this beauty until my hand slips,
Lay a rose on my tomb- but first hold it close.
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August 5, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Red Roses
Copyright Protected, ID 16-814-361-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Flower Of Attraction
sponsor, Rick Parise
Seventh Place
Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.
Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.
Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.
Written by Kelly Deschler October 23rd, 2014
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This life has been but a carnival
Ride within many ways its circus
Amid silent reels; crimson hues...
Surreal it would seem if it were
Yet only a dream; these scenes
Of looney tooney and howdy duty
At, the seaside spaghetti house...
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..."Red Roses and Wine"
Red Roses
Love's beauty dwells in a long stemmed red Rose
Amidst other buds not yet in full bloom.
I admire them most when in sweet repose
As twilight intercedes and shadows loom.
Grief mingled with fragrance perfumes night air
Where within his garden red roses bloom.
Their loveliness in moonlight I will share.
Tonight, I feel his spirit in our room.
His gifts of roses not that long ago
Spoke of his love, yet uttered not a word.
The joy their beauty gave me let me know
How he professed his love, and my heart heard.
4-23-21
My thanks to this site for my red rose image:
https://images.fineartamerica.com/images/artworkimages/mediumlarge/1/red-rose-on-piano-keys-garry-gay.jpg
In all its glory
a walk through a rose garden
cannot be ignored
the flora in the landscape
- store the scent on a bottle
As Her Beauty Rivals Red, Red Roses
Gift unto her red, red roses
And perhaps a kiss or two
In her portrait she reposes
With her beauty through and through.
Dare the dawn admire her beauty
For morn needs its fairest queen
To live and love is life's duty
Her eyes bright shimmering green.
As moon's glow highlights her dancing
And heavens above her twirls
One's mind thinks of sweet romancing
Her face and long flowing curls.
Gift unto her red, red roses
And perhaps a kiss or two
In her portrait she reposes
With her beauty through and through.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-14-2021
Romanticism, ( Images, Beauty, Romance And Dreams )
Note:
I have seen this vision on lonely nights
Its promise a true treasure to desire
Those falling tears, at its vanishing sight
Breathes as does sadness at funeral pyres.
Note- I did find that much needed inspiration today....
MaMa Red Roses...a dedicated verse to MaMa Lindley and Son Robert Lindley
Such a beautiful woman,
MaMa
MaMa
Such a beautiful woman,
I love you
Mama I bring unto you;
From the shackles of my soul;
A beautiful vase, full
Of
Mama
Beautiful dozen Red Flowers;
Every Thanksgiving;
Cause I AM EVER SO THANKFUL THAT YOU”RE MY MUM…
She red beautiful words to me;
I am ever so thankful
MaMa
I love you
Mama I bring unto you;
Beautiful dozen roses to thee…
Every Thanksgiving day Mum I would buy you a dozen
Mama Red Roses
Beautiful red, red roses-
With eternal petals
Mum just wanted to show you I cherish
Such a beautiful woman,
MaMa
I just want to give you
Eternal beautiful red forever red roses
From God
I am ever so thankful
Beautiful dozen roses to thee…
That you God and Father co-created me
Hallelujah
MaMa
You’re beautiful
Beautiful dozen red roses for you
You are Mum my beautiful red roses you are
a few moments ago
posted triple sonnets from my soul
each one hundred words
think I was just thinkin bout Mother
on the beauty and majesty of the red
Those dozen red roses I would buy
heartfelt poetic dedication for my mother
Every Thanksgiving those 12 dozen red rose flowers
I am ever so thankful
For my Mother, hallelujah
MaMa Red Roses
Dedicated verse to: Robert Lindley and Mother Lindley
11/28/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I shall call her MaMa Red Roses
based on some words from an email from Robert Lindley to me, Bless you my friend
Read your E mail and verses and felt lead to write this
I recall the story I was told when so young
Of a girl so beautiful, her life barely begun
She was all but fifteen on her way home from school
Taken at will by a crazy mountain fool
She disappeared, assuming they both went to ground
There was many a search, she never was found
Days passed, and weeks into years
As our community moved on, only her family shed tears
Then came the day when my story was retold
Inside my mind my memories to unfold
In another town far away from the past
Across the street my eyes did cast
For I spotted a young lady, with her father I presumed
But something clicked as my past was resumed
Thinking back to the reports and the newspaper clips
She always carried red roses as they matched her red lips
Is that her, that fifteen year old girl
Across the road living a different world
Do I intervene or lets things be
Is she the girl from my past I see
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on valentines day
huge price hike for red roses ~
he buys plastic blooms
A Valentine's Senryu Poetry Contest
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02/04/21
Red roses today are on sale;
For Valentine’s Day they won’t fail
To impress all the gals
Who are more than just pals
And a hint of romance will prevail.
But the sign announced 55 bucks
For these flowers considered deluxe.
Maybe buyers don’t care
But to many folks, they’re
Just a rip-off for V-Day, which sucks.
I remember when
love spoken plainly
conveyed all manner
of hidden agendas
hands instead of
tap dancing keys
unlocked
a body of work
stroked skin melting into
sultry deep pink summer satin
caressed with a racing
velvet lipped kiss
smelling the other
hint of warm leather
dived deep
swimming freestyle along
the undulating waves
towards the pulse
at the base of a throat
then, down towards
the place where the
heart beats fluttering
signs read
a welcome
bend in the road,
before heading south
reverse the journey north,
just at that place
where a whisper
can be heard
under the ear,
the hint of freshly
cut silver grass and
dark dark red roses
the tongue becomes thirsty
for life catching
rivulets like rain
running along curves
dipping into the
unexplored
hollows,
but surely
like a fine wine
that has once
come-of-age,
ready to be
poured into it all,
the law of love
offers no
fast and hard rules,
the field
is wide open
the grass
so much greener
there grow
the exotic blue orchids
bending into and over
all those bleeding
dark dark red roses
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Like lavender lines, lovely, red roses
are meant for your immaculate sweethearts
and their fine, little, delicate noses;
not to damage the most sensitive parts,
or overwhelm the olfactory senses,
present them with the finesse of the fine arts,
as love’s a game of great consequences.
Lovers choose on the mere whiff of a scent;
smell like roses, or lead to major offenses.
Too much perfume is wholly unpleasant:
a little hint on the neck and the wrist
is enough to smell attractively fragrant;
so don’t offend like your face striking my fist,
heed these lavender lines so you'll get the gist.