Red Roses Poems - Poems about Red Roses

My Memory Of Red Roses And Love Letter Of My Youth

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

Red and Black Roses

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 

Sea of Roses

"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

red roses and razor blades

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.

Petals of Pain

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

Sniffing the red Roses

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

With tiny red roses

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

Dark Dark Red Roses

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

My Red Red Roses POTD

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

Roses

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

- Deep Red Roses -

                                             In all its glory
      

Dont Push Red Roses Aside

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

Passionate Flowers

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

Red Roses On Calvary

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

Who Will Buy My Sweet Red Roses

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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