Red Roses Poems - Poems about Red Roses

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...

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Roses are red and roses are black Depends on how you look at that I see a fantasy colorful with dreams Ignoring all the darkness and screams For every good deed is there one bad For every happy dream was someone sad Is life filled with a necessary balance To really live it must there be a challenge ...

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"A day goes better with pretty flowers." By Poet What can I say, your beautiful look takes my breath away. Red roses tell a story of love and romance, white roses show their innocence as they dance. Pink roses are for me, with pretty butterflies and that big yellow bee. As we look out over the sea of roses, the fragrance itches our...

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red roses and razor blades woven into the soggy beds we've made sweet scent of heaven the smell of slow death red roses and razor blades...a prickly romance....

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Turquoise tears stain my face Like violet varicose veins Stains of sentimental sensuality Wrapped in white fears and black feathers For love has fuschia flown away Ruining reverie’s red roses Turning them black decomposes Any ink dried died in letters for love Would have fell on silver sword Sacrificed, sliding through heart Silky bloody poetic death He saves a cutting of brown hair And...

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To reach the red roses he had to stand on tippy toes. He was sniffing their fragrance with his delicate nose. We had never seem a bunny do this before in the meadow. This fuzzy hair was a darling photogenic little fellow...

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Nothing is better beneath the heavens There are no words to describe How beautiful her little dress is With tiny red roses Just over the knees .... silk And gently just as... my hand touches her skin Fluttering, by a gentle breeze Dear God! The way it fills my heart with love Oh, my! How...

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I remember when love spoken plainly conveyed all manner of hidden agendas hands instead of tap dancing keys unlocked a body of work stroked skin melting into sultry deep pink summer satin caressed with a racing velvet lipped kiss smelling the other hint of warm leather dived deep swimming freestyle along the undulating waves towards the pulse at the base of a throat then, down...

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Red, red roses, you flowers of immortal love You first blossomed in God’s Garden for Eve In my garden too, you bloom so bright I tend you with love and care day and night You gladden me all through the day That my verse on roses before all, gleefully I lay Amid stinging thorns and the cover of leafy green Your frilled...

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he is tall and dark gentle strong hands tender heart brown eyes deep like sea plant peace inside me he gave me twelve red roses pearly smile shining...

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In all its glory ...

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Don’t push red roses aside nor the violets-blue guide. It’s childhood honey sweet. It’s a record player on repeat. It’s a treasure, and when found a mother feels thus crowned. The message on printed cards - cute drawings with regards. It is the simplest compliment - in latter years, a sacred document. It’s the breeziest way a child conveys their love on special holidays. 5/17/2023 Here is one...

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When in love, you gift a red rose. Red roses symbolize passion and desire. When in love, your heart drowns in passion and desires. It's nice to gift or receive a red rose when you're in love. Red roses express your love, so don't gift them causally. Red roses can be vain and refuse to be gifted...

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There were roses on Calvary that day, you know. Bunches and bunches of roses adorning the skull. Red roses! For crimson blood seeped profusely that day. It had to be so for our own sake. Divine blood that dripped from a thousand and one hematic wounds as He hang on a brittle tree He Himself had created. There...

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Red roses with a calling card were mine, For my shrinking violet Clementine. While inviting her for lunch, I was beaten to the punch. Now she's somebody else's Valentine. 2 / 7 / 2022. Sponsor. Andrea Dietrich. ...

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