Red Red Rose Poems - Poems about Red Red Rose

I see a red, red rose covered with dew. It's perfect; I pick it for my friend dear. My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue. There on his grave, I stand where wild shrubs grew, how can I ever stop even one tear? I see a red, red rose covered with dew. How the man had died I’d wish...

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He runs to the stone bridge that connects his piece of land and the green foot path that leads to the village in one end and to the market in the other end. He raises his head and stares at the far end of the path. His heart tick-tocks, tick-tocks and tick-tocks. a lonely cloud...

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A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch Oh, my love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June and my love is like the melody that's sweetly played in tune. And you're so fair, my lovely lass, and so deep in love am I, that I will love you still, my dear, till all the seas run...

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(1.) From Dawn's Spirited Breath, See Red, Red Rose When Summer rose meets dawning's sweetest hush Sun comes to bequeath its dawn bathing rays Red beauty gleaming, rose stills early rush Into man's world shines, another bright day. With red rose petals spreading ever wide Calming thoughts, heavenly blue ocean waves One may from duty or play thus decide No plucking, to rose's truest...

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She blushed as the rose, taken from her ebony hair, moved gracefully, slowly, sensually sliding, brushing her eyelids, cheeks, and ruby lips, tickled her neck, teased her décolletage, further pinching her countenance with ruddy heat. He spoke in whispers as the petals slid off her shoulders, in the way he said “Oh Caroline” like an ardent hymn, whilst the sun smiled from his...

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I will never write a poem about a red red rose If I ever, would you think it clever? I will not ever say the petals are red as blood If I ever, would you visit the rarest blood red rose, The red red rose? If you ever came near would you speak to The rose with extravagant words? How absurd,...

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Oh! how I love the red, red rose, With your soft petals and bewitching smell, Thou art the symbol of love, passion and purity, Reflecting various moods and feelings, Your heavenly fragrance smells of lemons and honey, You look trim and smart, With your petals arranged in exquisite smoothness, Though you sprout out , From a tree of thorns and creepy bushes, You...

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I am a Red Red Rose I am a red red rose A beauty to behold My texture captivates My scent invigorates Petals, a velvet red Coverings for your bed Leaves an emerald garb That hide the hidden barb Though thorns be on my stem Touch me, ignoring them Please, handle me with care Dethorned, my beauty bare I am a red red rose Your passion for me grows Rose...

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I am a red red rose A beauty to behold My texture captivates My scent invigorates Petals, a velvet red Coverings for your bed Leaves an emerald garb That hide the hidden barb Though thorns be on my stem Touch me, ignoring them Please, handle me with care Dethorned, my beauty bare I am a red red rose Your passion for me grows Rose water from me drips * And...

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A drop of red in a field of white, A single red, red rose standing above the snow. Why it didn't freeze, no one knows, A patch of hope in the barren land. A small glimmer of light. A single red, red rose. The last piece of humanity left, The last of life the Earth will see. A single red, red...

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The red rose declines in the cruelty of time gentle sunsets fade in the midst from barely lonely skies, silver streams die. What of those days of sweet bliss the tunes of a symphonic kiss my soul miss, and orbs of light are close in search of emerald nights the stalks of white ghosts creeping softly upon shades of grey the touch of deadly strokes. Visions...

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It was long ago in the moonlight the stars were silver and gold the sand was silk beneath our feet as the wind from the sea blew cold one sweet sad kiss was our last goodbye a red rose fell from your hand for i see it again in a thousand dreams bright petals lye there on the sand it...

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Red, Red, Red is my Rose, in a glass bowl it sits. On a plain table, round and brown. darkening bit by bit. Bright, Bright, Bright is the sun, brightening as it grows. Up in the blue, sky so high A shadow to my Red Rose. Dark, Dark, Darkened to black, The petals all start to fall onto the table, round and brown. No longer bare...

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what did one dish washer say to another? dishes ridiculous...

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that's newly sprung in June. O, my love is like the melody, that's sweetly played in tune As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I, And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wit' the sun! And I...

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