Roses Red Poems | Examples
These Roses Red poems are examples of Red poems about Roses. These are the best examples of Red Roses poems written by international poets.
Ebony eyes eclipse ripping away sun
Moon blooms of golden gloom
Lips lacking limerick’s lift
Onyx mood swings back and forth
Like grey grandfather clock
Time ticking as a blues bomb
Raining purple passionate pain
clouded by lemon lyrical labyrinth
Of love lacking it’s sweet liquor
The bittersweet longing embraced
Tastes like red regrets sifted through time
Straining to be reinvented not lamented
In black bird’s somber death song
Sacred and solemn in honor of loss
Mourning is important inked in green
Like poison ivy uncomfortable
But never worthless as it is digested
And creates cranberry calling to
Remember the fallen angels
With soft tears laid like roses
On the cold creamy colored casket
We are weakened by desire
Onyx hair pulled due to frenzy
Red hot hearts set on fire
Dancing in between white sheets
Silhouettes move in passionate groove
Amethyst inhibition free as blue bird
Roses don’t smell as good as you
Eagerly you whisper sweet words
Wonderful is love in this cherry cocoon
I crave our delicious sweet time
Never too late and never too soon
Endless love will always be mine
Romantic tapping;
Sends us inside, for napping
Shower happening
S=Storm of Roses Rage Red,
T=Teary eyes swell up.
O=Oh my love,
R=Reaching to kiss you,
M=Many miles away.
O=Over the many miles,
F=Friendship turned into true love.
R=Racing hearts reaching-reaching,
O=Out for each other.
S=Sleepless nights come with,
E=Early morning sunlight,
S=Shining through the lace curtains.
R=Red roses as pretty as they could be,
A=As I long for you to be here.
G=Going to soon be,
E=Engaged.
Morning sunshine is bright like her love
Onyx hair streaked with wisdom gray
Turquoise sky blessed from God above
Honoring every mom on her special day
Even if your mom is in heaven do know
Red love like roses bloom despite demise
Smile as she did and continue to grow
Do look up remember her words so wise
Amethyst prayers and silver scripture true
Yellow wishes a happy Mother’s Day too
Where goes red rose
when fall's come soft,
hued birds aloft?
Missing fragrance
when rich leaves fly.
Bittersweet sky!
Red rose recalled
orange sun queen.
Fades summer green!
Velvet petals
that touched my heart,
won't soon depart.
Dandelion dreams blowing in wind
And I’m nodding off again
Yellow sun shining so bright
Doesn’t matter if it’s not night
Roses tickle my nose red
Eagerly sliding on frilly daybed
Amber yawn that state my peace
Mind is calm ready to softly sleep
Fuchsia petals stretching towards sun
Lavender fragrance as aromatherapy
Onyx feet in grass on a barefoot run
Whimsical white wind blowing trees
Emerald green eyes play game of I spy
Red roses strike poses in the July sky
Roses are red. Violets are red.
Everything's red in my red-shifted head.
I don't know what happened to me.
Red is the only color I see.
Roses come in reds, violets, in blues.
Yet, my love, you always refuse.
Ants come in reds, blacks, and other hues,
and lest I forget,
I hope you enjoy them in chocolate.
"We must say, goodbye to winter but do not be sad. It will come back again next year with a big smile and plenty of fluffy white snow. Now we welcome Spring to enjoy." By Poet
Winter is cold,
wind is so bold.
Ground fluffy snow.
Flowers awake,
not wearing cake.
Pedals not fake.
Colors so sweet,
like a red beet.
I want to eat.
Roses are pink,
tulips red ink.
Both make me blink.
Big butterflies,
bees with blue eyes.
Spring a fun prize.
Garden alive,
with a bee hive.
Flowers of five.
Roses
Grow
Slow
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Fabled stories about love surround us
Every retailer makes sugared money
Bonds of love remembered
Roses blooming in bouquets
Units of chocolate candy are sold
All hearts are red or pink
Ribbons of red wrapped around hearts
Youthful innocence covered in lace
Lady out of roses of red,
this news hit him hard in the head.
Lilies of blue,
expensive hue,
more than expensive loaf of bread.
Roses are red, before and ever,
violets, too, are blue, forever,
but given the pain you have sowed,
I'll pack up and hit the road