Beautiful Rose Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Rose poems are examples of Rose poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Rose Beautiful poems written by international poets.
Yesterday was your birthday
Unfortunately, that was a busy day
However, I went to the garden
Of my heart this beautiful morning
Where I picked an invisible rose that could bring:
Happiness, joy, good humor and an early spring.
I shaved my beard and mustache to make your day
With all my heart, I wish you a happy birthday
Oh! I would like to charm you until nightfall
When the rainbow is no more in the fall
Toward another horizon, for another season
Please accept this rose, this poem, this song.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my good friend.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Thriving in the sun she sways inside her garden
each time a fragrant wind arrives from the sea
Her lavender blooms fill the earth with pardon
she bends at will like a tiny bud young and free
She is a rare and beautiful blue moon in my hand
pulled from the ground she sets my heart aglow
when I inhale her, ... then I begin to understand
why she is my favorite rose, why I love her so
Giving always giving, she is the perfect flower
loosely scented in my home she is fragrance
convening with my senses with elongated hour
this little rose of mine, means love & romance
She sways as her petals flutter about in sync
In beautiful blooms of petals in magenta pink
Her legs are long and thorny, as she sits up high
A delicate floweret, basking under the sunny sky
She welcomes the summer breeze with its light caress
and dances as her petals fully open, on display to impress
A hummingbird stops by for a visit, and for a quick feed
And he drinks her sweet nectar while hovering in speed
The day soon ends, and the dark nightfall brings crisp air
She sadly watches her petals drop as she sheds a tear
The next day she warmly awakens to a delightful surprise
To her new pink blooms starting to open right before her eyes
Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. By Unseeking Seeker
From whence comes the fragrance of a flower?
At its fulcrum, the floral organs
attach to the stalk, which has poked
up out of the earth to sprout
the beautiful petals -
that sweet-scented face
which I adore
in the form
of the
rose.
My
soul is
like the rose.
I am planted
on this earth, but I
need proper nourishment
to fulfill my roles. Heaven,
please let your sun reign down on me.
My soul, like that of a rose, provides
no sweet fragrance without enlightenment.
Date: June 17, 2025
I wandered through a bleeding dusk,
the wind forgot my name.
A rose was growing from the dust—
I reached, and it became
the fog that hums like swallowed screams.
My lungs forget to breathe.
I taste old blood beneath my tongue.
Each petal cuts me in my sleep—
what did I dare believe?
Each step I took was stitched with fear,
my lungs too tired to cry.
The thorns grew taller year by year—
no stars remained in sky.
The rose I found—its crimson face
still beautiful, still wrong.
It bled me when I touched its grace
and whispered, “You belong.”
I walk through air too thin to hold.
The sky is ash and rust.
I don’t know if I’m growing old—
or simply turning dust.
"Something with inner beauty will
live forever, like the scent of a rose."
Quote by – Alex Flinn
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While walking in the forest I came upon wild roses growing,
they were in a variety of colors red, white, yellow, and purplish;
their stems so prickly but their petals a fulcrum of lovely scents,
O, there was a sweetness in every folded petal.
Each scent unique, the heart of the rose, the foundation, center;
the petal glistens, glimmers, sending its scent into the air.
Within me the heart of the rose is my soul, beautiful and sweet,
people tell me I am beautiful but it is the outside that they see;
it is what lies within shining through, it is kindness, and gentleness,
O, it is the sweetness to every person met in life.
This kind of beauty is like a saturated wild rose growing,
to be touched, loved, admired, and told you smell so good.
The rose is a common flower,
and sometimes goes unnoticed -
when our attention is remotest.
But, a rose has a special power.
Being a blossom that is clever,
she garners our attention
with affectionate intention,
using fragrance as a lever.
Sometimes, we, too, miss people here.
Our soul warns, when we drift from shore,
not to forgot what we are here for.
It's voice, a lever, for those held dear.
What is the fulcrum that we can't see,
that makes these caring levers work?
I do not understand nature's quirk -
It's a beautiful mystery.
Flames that ignites
bright red at its core,
ravenous hunger linger
overwhelmed by its
hot desire and through
the night it burns,
its visible heat scorches
the skin of its next victim,
leaving a mark of sole
ownership, it kisses
endearingly seducing
in enchantment,
torturous feeling reigns
in a field of thrones caused
by a leakage of subtle
attraction,
a rose in its prime curves
and twists along these
spikes being
tormented,
suffocated,
coddled violently,
but its beautiful sight continues
to call the
Master of Silver Tongue,
Eyes of Lust and Passion
sways its prey shackling
its heart for a moment
of pleasure.
binging rose,
soaked in red summer;
so sanguine.
T L C…
as I linger - she’s beautiful
she stands on her own
A rose upon the vine too soon will fade;
no matter if the bloom is bleak or fair,
its petals drop, no matter what their shade
and lie forlornly in the garden there.
A rose is just a flower and no more.
Its blossom time of hours far too few;
once petals fade, there’s no one to restore
that graciousness and beauty back to you.
But when we fall in love, the blossom grows;
its perfume lasts forever, and we find
a bloom that doesn’t wither, heaven knows
it will be a thing of beauty in our mind.
If love’s a rose, what color would it be?
Love has no color, save serenity.
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As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
Two papyrus thin wings of buttercup yellow
she flutters in and out of my garden Heart
it is freedom she brings, cares not for bellow
I crave to join her, finish my art, baking tarts
Her proboscis deliciously delicately long
into a lonely red rose she inserts it so precise
inspiring me to dance to a super Spring song
her wings like my breath dissipates every vice
Oh Butterfly ! Take me with on your fanciful flight
daisy fields, mountain streams to desired Eden
let’s go where no cares air, just serene sights
fairies composing tunes for whispering women !
i searched every beautiful view to try and replace that feeling of looking into your eyes,
i fished every lake to try and reel in that fish again to help my hearts cries,
i listened to every song to try and match that melody of your voice,
i tried every food to try and fill that void you have left in me,
i drink this beer hoping to wash away this soul tie,
everyday without the memories have made me cry.
i read your words over and over wondering are they all a lie,
but you are wrapped around me choking like a thorny rose,
will i ever find all this again,
who knows.
Blooming flower in Spring's light,
Petals blooming without fright.
Wandering breezes yet to grow,
Still moving ever slow.
Sunshine touching the skin,
Light finding the areas within.
Sweet fragrance of Morning's dew,
How can I ever forget the scent of you?
Your thorny Rose draws blood,
An emotional sky lets loose a flood.
Tears from the clouds to help you grow,
Your roots hushing the rivers full of Roe.
Awaken pretty flower to the Sun's light,
Soak in the warmth after the Moon's light.
All the darkness from the Night's cold,
Turns the forthcoming dawn's brilliant light into gold.
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.