Rose Red Poems | Examples
These Rose Red poems are examples of Red poems about Rose. These are the best examples of Red Rose poems written by international poets.
I'll be free to kind-ness of daisies
gently trembling through the void,
and the softness of held hands
which are offering raisins,
without a trick of quicksand.
There's seeds that has a need
of watering & the showering,
Grows into roses with its thorns
defense mechanism vulnerability
can be sweet and leave you torn.
A mother cradles her newborn
and will show her teeth
if you interrupt her breath
into her child's new lungs,
and a simple harmony sang
She's now a bee to become....
oh
love
be
that
lovely rose
wearing
her
burgundy red
scarf
A red rose blooms in morning light,
Soft petals kissed by dew so bright.
A whisper of love, a silent flame,
In crimson grace, it speaks your name.
You rose to power not by accident,
but through lineage, silence, and strategic brilliance.
A princeling who studied shadows,
You climbed the mountain of the Party with measured breath,
one careful step at a time.
Now, all roads lead to Beijing.
The weight of the world rests on your shoulders.
You are the firstborn of this new age—
and with that birthright comes great responsibility.
Be like the mother’s womb—
inclusive, not exclusive.
Nourishing, not devouring.
The leader who unites, not divides.
Do not imitate America,
whose empire stumbles from arrogance and noise.
The wise do not shout—they build.
The world does not need another empire.
It needs a center.
You are that center now.
Not through fear, but through grace.
Lead with humility,
or history will remind you that power without wisdom
crumbles like sand in a storm.
A single tiny seed bravely emerges
its root so delicate, yet so strong
bearing a single red rose
The fragrance tickles my senses
the pure fulcrum of the rose escapes
and I drift through a million magical auras
I gasp in delight at beauty rising
from roots in dirt, thorns sharp but the flower so fragile
That pure fulcrum fragrance lives, as well
within our souls — spreading joy and energy
Diamond dew embroiders the rhapsodic roses,
scarlet sun flushes them with satin splendor,
blazing with the cold flame of my blooming desire,
wrap your luscious lips with my yearning hue.
the ruby patina of my love colors your heart.
Froggy went a courtin',
"Ribbit," he did sing,
altho' singing weren't his thing,
more like the punchline to a joke,
'Please don't smoke or I might croak.'
In the deep end of the pond
true love was his goal,
and by the dawn help to spawn
a few more tadpole souls.
Hopped on to a water lily
where he espied
a fine-looking froggy filly,
and in her mouth a red, red rose,
but wait, something's amiss,
one quick kiss and he froze...
just when he had it in the bag,
oh what a shame, ain't it silly,
our frogly friend hit a snag —
for the she was a he dressed in drag.
When I see red roses
I remind of bloody sunsets
That is frozen in green field
I see those petals like tongues
Burning like flames under pressure
Its passion cannot explained in words
And its smell like fresh wind from the East
I envy with star and love it the most
Each beauty is sealed like love letter
From a boyhood and girlhood of neighbors
Where love sticker is the seal on the letter
And a pair of chocolate adorn with a rose
I see this memory once my youth of prime
The experience of love letter and love itself.
a fragrant red rose, dulcet and perfumed soft
with sun kissed petals, rich and dripping sweetness
gently I carry her to you my precious and treasured one
while melodious birds sing songs in low tweets and chirps
and rose is wilting in my hand as she hangs her head dying
as I weep and lay her on the garden grave of my beloved cat
shimmering dewdrops
a red rose releases
a crystalline tear
This shady pink rich
Raspberry and red color
Like that of King's blood.
She woke up to a sunrise;
Bright in her eyes as she rose
She stares at the moon as it disappears.
The red hat sitting on her dresser,
As she picked out her daily dress.
Brushed her hair, sprayed perfume-
Still, something was missing.
The girl followed the echoes of her mom’s voice;
Alerting her of the time rush.
As she waited for the bus, the sense of incompleteness
Overweighed her.
Right then, her mom lent her the red hat.
A slight grin crosses her lips
As she outfitted herself with the red hat.
From then on, she’s never felt incomplete
Nor forget the red hat.
red cardinal in
red blossoming running rose....
first early spring bloom
A while ago
This flower symbolized one-sided love
Which is hopeless
Recently, the red rose
Is a beautiful way
To compliment the smile
Of the one who receives it.
I give her a rose
Sad, red, no words
No promise, yet full of meaning
It's petals held a trembling touch
Its scent concealed a whisper feeling
No bouquet, no grand display
Just a simple gift
Yet, in that moment
The world stood still
Like an echo of tenderness
A quite confession
Forever lingering
A trace of your will.