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.
R-ose- the beauty and blush of dawn
O-lfactory senses, it tickles and teases
S-weet scent, it gives off to the pristine air
E-arly spring’s late gift, the cynosure of all eyes!
I asked to yellow flower
Do you have father or mother?
Flower says dervish father
Mother and father are ground
I asked to yellow flower
Do you have child or brother?
Flower says dervish father
Child and brother are fruit
I asked to yellow flower
Which sect do you fall under?
Flower says dervish father
In Ummah of Muhammad we gather
I asked to yellow flower
Is rose your relative?
Flower says dervish father
Rose is Muhammad's lather
I asked to yellow flower
Why is yellow your colour?
Flower says dervish father
Cause we are close to mortal
I asked to yellow flower
Where do you take this color?
Flower says dervish father
From moon and sun's lighter
I asked to yellow flower
Do we know each other?
Flower says dervish father
Aren't you Jonah the lover
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
Written: August 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Ros
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Here I am—
not quite rooted,
but reaching.
The soil remembers
what I have whispered in sleep,
What I have buried in silence.
If you can hear me,
let the flowers grow
where my voice trembles.
Let petals rise
from the ache of my asking,
soft as forgiveness,
bright as belief.
I have watered the earth
with unsent letters,
with the hush between heartbeats,
with the style of hope
that doesn’t shout—
just waits.
Let the garden answer.
Let the stems lean toward
What I meant to say.
Let the wind carry
my unfinished prayers
to the One
It's a mystery language
of blooming.
If you can hear me—
not with ears,
but with mercy—
Then let the flowers grow
where I once knelt
in the shade of doubt,
and called it devotion.
O flowers, your soul is so beautiful,
I would like to know you all,
You populate so many vast gardens,
Your silences are filled with treasures,
O flowers, I cannot name all of you,
Neither compare you,
Petunias, Magnolias, orchids,
You undo my chains with a single attraction,
O benevolent angels, you offend no one,
A rose alone in a blue vase
Change the life of a painter, or the fate of the world,
O flowers, how to end my life without loving you?
O flowers, how would my poem end
If you didn’t exist?
Raindrops on roses last night,
what a storm it blew.
My garden got a great bath,
looking clean and new.
Roses wanting sun,
their faces are shining up.
Rose garden is done.
Contest: Favorite Things
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date of poem: 15th August, 2025
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A sky kiss on rose beauty,
long for bees in flight
to reach sumptuous nectar,
where rains blend with fright,
yet no sun to dry,
after many days of rain,
clouds still drape the sky.
ROSE
blushing
twirling stem
newly together
with future husband, I
personify gift: “water”
“Pluckiness of youth - dying rose”
standing still ~
a one-legged flamingo
thinks he's a rose
Receiving your heartfelt kisses,
The only moments in which my stubborn loneliness seizes.
For a while we were galaxies apart,
Missing your body, the best work of art.
Mi Amor, the flower I needed;
Through your sweet aroma, my trust issues defeated.
Cause you hold on to me as if I'm falling off a cliff, 24/7.
As you offer a helping hand, an angel of heaven.
They say love is blind, mi amor.
Your essence is the cure,
Opening my eyes to its truest expression.
Without utterance, your persona itself a love confession.
Mi Amor, it's my heart you won.
Hold on to you as I feel my trauma burn.
Chose my designated rose.
So loving is something I re-learn,
All because of mi amor.
A Rose, is but a Rose
It's Beauty is divine.
The scent of a Rose can drive you wild.
The Rose is delicate and pure
It comes in different scents , colours and sizes .
All which are a delight.
A Rose is so heavenly,
For Beauty is in the beholder and the Rose is one of those beauties.
There is romance in a Rose for the one that gives and the the one that receives.
The sentiment of the Rose is what says
L o v e
Sincere for all who hold dear to Love.
Within the secret sacred shrines of rose
Dwells a scent. This aroma, like gold, glows.
Creation flows. Existence is the scent.
Though the rose fades, its scent lasts without end.
The scent is not on her external skin.
This is in the clashes of seasons' spin.
This aroma springs from her spotlessness.
The fragrance finds the bloom's bottomlessness.
Soul is the core of the scent of goodness.
Within it abides showers of kindness
The stream of scent secretes with dispassion.
It's from here the scent spreads as compassion.
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
red heart of morning
guilty shadows fled like dreams
scattering moonbeams
Blue jay on green rose
caressed by gold creeping heat
petals and concrete
saffron veiled dancers
of every scent and color
city sun culture
pearly paths faded
plum day's grown a bit older
sunshine's grown bolder
The flowers, the flowers
Will bloom in three hours
I really don't want to wait.
The flowers will bloom,
If i may assume,
If they don't bloom too late.
The Gardener
I thought, could I
shape the clouds,
Those ones on high,
With hand and mind
What greater blossoms then
would come to eye!? Beauty of
some rarer orchid, or rose?
Or just the tip of my protruding
nose, sniffing for scents where
they are not…? Botany my
heart!