Rose Flower Poems | Examples
These Rose Flower poems are examples of Flower poems about Rose. These are the best examples of Flower Rose poems written by international poets.
In her hair, she placed a rose,
so like her own curling petals;
richly red, her eyes deep blue
A sweet lilt musical as heaven.
In her heart from birth she sensed
love as wide and deep, all seas!
And through her life she sought
her God, only for him to please….
She danced over the rough stages
of life, her leaps resounding rhythms.
She sang a sacred healing Light --
though born late, in a dark eve her
unrelenting Irish never gave way
to night.
If love etched on
gemmed, rose, alabaster
it will be full of
sonorous blissfulness
, like a dreamlike lily.
OF ROSEBUSHES AND US: A BEAUTIFUL AWARENESS
Like the rosebushes,
our lives have petals and thorns:
God growing us on:-
Yellow roses.
One stunning sight
Yellow roses.
It just seems right
Yellow roses.
She makes me write
Yellow roses.
Of them I read
Yellow roses.
Not roses red
Nor roses pink
Not roses white
Nor roses purple
Yellow roses.
Saw them differently today.
Read of a yellow rose I say.
She was named 'The Poet's Wife'.
With such feminine flamboyancy
this maiden sways in sassy motion
flashing, flitting, flaming a sweet minuet
beneath a mural of moonlit madness,
her flared gown fair as gemmed feathers
this one white rose, radiantly rising ,
her flight of fancy floating on yard's floor
and like a nubile nymph of nightfall;
she parades with petals on a pageant...
How this femme fatale; a floral rune
glides gaily...such sizzling sensation,
goddess of spring's glossed grandeur!
A single white rose
abloom
A single white rose stands, swaying in wheezy wind
Got a glimmering glimpse of it in the dewy dawn.
On the carpet of green, as a dreamy dame she swings,
Demure and slightly bent on a magical monsoon day.
A fine flower with petite petals, delicate,
Yet sheltered by sharp stinging thorns that pierce.
Rain drops drip off her vaporous velvety face
As unanticipated tears rush down from one’s eyes.
She is fairer far than anything one can spot
Her petals, so silky and soft, spun by angels of heaven.
Oh, symbol of grace, you rock me in dazzling delight,
And in me a thousand poetic fancies ignite!
A rose is still just a rose.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
anonymous
signature of secrecy
discreet and loving
A full moon floats above the garden,
white light stirs in the softness of a rose.
Listening to the night’s gentle whispers.
Whispers drift from shadow and bloom.
Both hold mysteries in their silent beauty.
The night orb will take you places;
allow yourself to follow its patient, luminous trail.
In its unwavering orbit the moon leaves us with
footprints of possibility across the tapestry of a rose.
A ROSEBUSH-LIKE DAY
Bright sunshine morning,
A beautiful afternoon:
Thunderstorm evening!
It was like rubbing rose buds,
Then grabbing their pointed stems:-
Holy Told-ye-o, I can’t belief
in the hot blustering sun, my pore rose
felt to the difficult ground, droopping it’s head and leafs
oh my pore pore pore rose. I am afeared its toast.
You rilly think it deservd this?
For heavens sack, it didn’t naught.
I loved that melliflous flour like I love my too kids.
I cant belief the weigh human beans with no apathy laught
about it dyeing!
It was the last rose.
Forbidden but I had to have it.
Clutched it with no regret.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
solitary moon
shining through stained window sash
rose in beveled glass
sparkling bloom in light
exuding magic powers
in the sleepless hours
golden times will come
in a cottage by the sea
he will marry me
pink rose in glint vase
where the pearl moon is peering
in teal days of spring
It’s not the birds and bees that speak;
O the colorful verbiage of flowers and trees.
It’s not the chirps or the buzz, cheek to cheek;
the waft of rose, lavender, magnolia breeze.
It’s not the high-minded sun, bright yellow;
sunflower’s reach on dizzy-toed stems.
It’s not the ebon chock full of moon-marshmallow;
It’s the intoxication of jasmine and primrose gems.
It’s not green leaves that wave in Summer season;
maple reds, snow-white pussy willows, and cherry.
It’s not the sticks and stones, nor pests high treason.
It is the birds and bees with two legs, making merry.