Rose Blue Poems | Examples
These Rose Blue poems are examples of Blue poems about Rose. These are the best examples of Blue Rose poems written by international poets.
Thriving in the sun she sways inside her garden
each time a fragrant wind arrives from the sea
Her lavender blooms fill the earth with pardon
she bends at will like a tiny bud young and free
She is a rare and beautiful blue moon in my hand
pulled from the ground she sets my heart aglow
when I inhale her, ... then I begin to understand
why she is my favorite rose, why I love her so
Giving always giving, she is the perfect flower
loosely scented in my home she is fragrance
convening with my senses with elongated hour
this little rose of mine, means love & romance
What is something blue; the bride will tuck away her someday
in her til-death-do-they-part bouquet-distillation.
—by poet
Light up the darkness with star sound.
honey moon, round,
brilliantly blue -
preemptive view.
Sound of the sky, lights up bride’s gown;
blessings flow down.
Black rose, of groom,
forever bloom
in a silver-moonshine bouquet.
It’s bride’s someday
and her groom’s plight -
round-robin rite.
I wonder, Little Eddie, hypnotized,
can it be true you felt no pain at all?
Ten years of age, a figure formed too small,
and that poor Roadster, a gift you so prized…
How could your brother have so despised
your car? to pop its tires,—and on the wall—
smash it, scratch it, do everything to maul
that toy.—Is it true, you weren’t agonized?
Though Harry promised hypnotism,?he quickly realized, putting you in trances,
that he could trash you—as he had your car.
and soon, he stuck mom’s hat pin way too far.—
To cover up his tracks, he took his chances—
his lie: epileptic paroxysm.
(to Peter Straub)
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
her wings shimmer and reflect the blue canopy sky and a lone white cloud,
she is an arm of nature, grace, beauty in flight for a task, yet never ever loud.
she has an array of coloured petals to alight across the meadows,
from blue to yellow, white to rose, adding value and sweetness to each life as it flows.
Stop! please do not touch her delicate wings with the rudeness of human touch,
She is an art of creation at its best, a messenger of love so very much!
“I just wish the world was twice as big and half of it was still unexplored.”
—Quote by David Attenborough
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Three rivers meet here in ecstasy
five thousand feet above sea level
guarded by range of mountains and hills
where tea, coffee, rose, cardamom breeze
stupefies air, mist completes the drink.
With bated breath all that breathe just wait
for NeelaKurinji, fine blue blooms
blooming only once every twelve years
Will she survive more such proud seasons?
Blue cheese and old pickles as every one knows
Create quite a stink, unlike the rose
But taste so delicious, way above par
The stinkier the cheeses the better they are
Spread on a cracker with a pickle in brine
To enjoy with a friend and a glass of good wine
Farewell, o' weary traveller.
The stormy clouds now ever lift'd.
From that mortal night unto which you drift'd.
Daemons, once so fierce, shall make no further sounds.
For now, at last your sanctuary has been found.
The world around shall always pass 'n' go.
But in your name, as rose of love shall ever grow.
'N' tho' you've now succumb unto your inner beast,
Pray now sleep tight. Forevermore a spirit now at peace.
Petals off a blue rose
Fall like autumn leaves
Seasons change and feelings go
Blown away by summer's breeze
The cold is a reminder
Of the last days I spent with you
Maybe one day I'll find her
The ghost of the love we knew
But time keeps marching onward
Another night staring at stars
I'm told to move forward
Even though your heart is far
In another life someday
I hope to try again
Say the things we couldn't say
And let eternity begin
But now I stay reclusive
A flower that could not grow
Its beauty forever elusive
The blossom of a blue rose
Winter flapping much the whole night
The foggy breeze wandered very tight
Mundane body wished the honey warm
But no rose napped in the blanket farm
She came with the pretty nuptial harness
Swinging the waist, stirring the girdle mass
Full of glittering bangle with luscious lips
Lac dyed ankle and whispered eye peeps
Adjacent lie down, sharing the pillow silently
Excited hard breathing disheveled impulsively
Amber eyes to dyed toes were all attached
Close, too close go round the hearts in merged
Lonely darkness escaped by the chirping light
Dawn’s eyes feel a fragile body’s ecstatic fight
©Mahtab Bangalee
The stage was lit like a purple sea.
And I, in a soft cloud of toule, so dazzling
white and bright.
Clutched the velvet curtain, my young
girl's heart pounding like a drum
Waiting for my soloist dance cue..
Breathing a sigh of relief when it did!
In purple satin toe shoes, I made my
my grand, yet terrified entrance.
And bowed in loving recognition of
my audience!
Large clusters of violets with velvet ribbons
cascading, had framed my face.
Then, I gracefully rose in youthful elegance.
With the sensation, I was almost flying.
Eighty years, those purple shoes do still
remain here.
Life's moments, magically reflected in
sentimental yet joyful, crystalline tears.
11/11/2024
Roses aren't all red and violets all blue
the grass is green most of nature is too.
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The clouds begin to grieve as the light veils
Leaves descend paths in a radiant race
Only the trees in the forest now dwell
Raindrops blast pain upon mugs without grace
Minds in a tragic war with expired life
Dreaming of a rose-petal sweet sight
Storms blowing branches in their wretched strife
There aren't rose rays to fly kids' merry kites
The cordial wildlife no longer entices
Wee paws press panes desiring glimmer hype
Nada rambling, eyes warped in devices
Blood pressure rises and debris swims windpipe
Autumn, the season when spirits are torn
Lost in the grey union of dusk and dawn.
Roses
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I sent you flowers
To work just to show
My love for you.
I wrote you poetry
And I tried to learn
To dance too.
To make you happy and
Put a smile on your face.
You told me that other
Men never treated you
This way.
With all the compliments
And love that I had displayed
But unfortunately to my
Dismay.
You never had feelings for me
Well at least not in a loving way
But as long as roses still bloom
And God gives me another day.
I will continue to love with my heart
And not turn cold with a heart of
Stone.
I have my regrets but loving
Is not one.
It’s giving my heart to someone
So cold and untrue.
But I’m the bigger man and I
Wish you the best in all you
Do.
God brought you into my life
Not as a blessing but a lesson
To learn from too.
But as long as flowers and roses
Still bloom.
I will continue to love with all
my heart So pure and true.
JHG3
I was like a toddler at one time
Your love a pacifier in my mind
Making me feel like a fragrant black rose
But flowers eventually die we know
I was like a fish in the sea
Waiting anticipating you catching me
Then I saw the whale swim by
Decided I was to small to hook that guy
I was like a windy blue breeze
Waiting for you to inhale me
Why I’d dance despite two left feet
Then I discovered by chance why I’m unique
If I were in the Song of Solomon
I’d feel I belong to the olive man
But I’m here and you are not
I’ll give you my tears and my heart to God
Depression made me so blue
Ocean blue I'm free falling in the depth of despair
Royal paint inherited from the King of Kings but I always forget my crown
Nighttime shade shadows my mind from the fire of your lamp
Black and blue bruises from the regrets I get neglecting your red letters
Teal hospital colors can never heal the way your hands paint
Your spirit gives me direction, but I'll still say I'm no artist
The Creator says you're better than that, as the art is something the eyes forever cherish
Still, I ignore the GPS as if I didn't ask for help
God's plan sees a forest of flowers where I see the wilting rose
So, stop leaning own what you understand
And learn to walk on the waters of the unknown
There is where a new color will emerge
The color pours gold into broken cracks
Baby blue skies are planned for my future
I now see your hand reaching out for me in the treacherous waves
I will fear not for you have commanded me to be strong and courageous
For thou art with me wherever I go
p.s. baby blue heals deeper than any cross I bear...