Beautiful Rose Poems | Examples
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OF ROSEBUSHES AND US: A BEAUTIFUL AWARENESS
Like the rosebushes,
our lives have petals and thorns:
God growing us on:-
"I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys"
Bible, Song of Solomon 2:1
I call her Rose.
She came from Sharon,
A region in the land of Israel.
She's a Rose of Sharon tree.
You might have one of your own.
Anyway, Rose was a gift from a friend.
We planted her in our back yard and for
A couple of years, we watched her grow
And produce some beautiful blossoms.
Sadly we sold the property and moved away.
It's been more than four years now, and I am
Sure that Rose has spread her limbs and is
Now displaying some breath-taking roses.
We miss our Rose. The short While we spent
Together made us happy and proud. She was
An important part of our tree family We are
Happy for Rose's new family who must be
Enjoying her as much as we did.
With such feminine flamboyancy
this maiden sways in sassy motion
flashing, flitting, flaming a sweet minuet
beneath a mural of moonlit madness,
her flared gown fair as gemmed feathers
this one white rose, radiantly rising ,
her flight of fancy floating on yard's floor
and like a nubile nymph of nightfall;
she parades with petals on a pageant...
How this femme fatale; a floral rune
glides gaily...such sizzling sensation,
goddess of spring's glossed grandeur!
I thought to pick a beautiful rose,
place her in a vase, in my kitchen to
scently pose – eloquent reminder
of Nature’s bounty and beauty.
Thought then, of my mere custodial
duty:
So I left her in her garden care --
in dewy air to lick and waft. Arise
Sun’s morning showcase beams,
teams of saintly gleams their leaven,
when tempted to doubt guides and a Heaven.
(Trophy Winner for the poetry duel contest - Haiku Flower. Judged 7/21/26)
red rose petals drip
as the morning dew quenches ~
gracefully bedewed
Rose beautiful rose
your aroma fills the room
flooding my senses
Love is a kaleidoscope spinning in me
Colors are moods under a rainbow unique
We have soul ties as feelings run free
Like a kite hearts fly high in blue breeze
I see your red face it reads like a book
White words I say trying best to hook
Your loyalty as royalty a glance I took
Through rose colored glass by a brook
Brown eyes that feast on summer silhouette
Seeing you at peace in love there’s no threat
Offer you my hand you never have to guess
Love gave us a chance to be our very best
Rose colored glass I see your kind heart
Finds me at last we shall not purple part
Walking side by side in sun or under stars
Our lavender love is the most beautiful art
Escaped to freedom
in fragrant, rose petaled bliss,
to feel sunshine's kiss!
Through the gap, rose climbed away.
Has my sweet rose gone to stay?
Daring, creeping Rose
in the pearl dripping moonlight;
by dawn, out of sight.
Glazed days and a better life
await Rose, far from plum strife.
Lemony sun rose
when creamy clouds were wafting
Noon was mellowed gold
Yellow rose danced feverish
when odd birds sang gibberish
Sunshine rose preened proud
for it was her time to shine
perfumed prettily
Marmalade honey summer
in colors that become her
I dream of roses blooming bright,
multi-colored in the sunlight
Delicate petals to be felt,
waiting for all the snow to melt
I dream of roses blooming bright,
bursting with truth is such a sight
Sharp thorns maintain protection
when pain feels like a dissection
I dream of roses blooming bright,
from things inside having insight
Waiting for a garden to show
how beauty grows from dirty ground
I smell roses and hear no sound
I dream of roses blooming bright,
My senses tell me it's alright
I'm in the garden, roses climb
It's only a matter of time
Heidi Sands
2/24/26
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roses
blooming beauties
thorns concealed by plastic
softened pink petals whisper songs
bouquet
she planted
a rose in the spring
The rains came
and it grew
Summer found the rose in bloom
beautiful flower
Because I am a rose you expect me to be red
But I am black hope there’s much to be said
My petals not yellow but thick onyx braids
Inspiring the fellows who want to get laid
But I’m no mattress nor am I for sale
Comfy in my blackness no need to yell
Stigma and enigma due to my pride
Misunderstood figure refusing slight
My feet are planted in brown dirt
Inspiring romantic despite my hurts
Cut me deep and I bleed cranberries
DNA unique magical like cocoa faeries
Optimistic singing James Brown so loud
Who can resist I’m black and I’m proud
I was a tender, fragrant rose,
free and beautiful to the eye -
and, likewise, pleasing to the nose.
One February, I would die -
massacred on Valentine's Day,
I was a tender, fragrant rose.
Why did we give our lives away -
my sisters and I, tied with bows?
'Twas only fickle fate, that chose
a boy to love a pretty girl.
I was a tender, fragrant rose
who died just as I would unfurl -
all for a love that also died,
wilted, stole by a wind that blows -
forgotten, after those two cried.
I was a tender, fragrant rose.
a summer rose in bloom
a hungry bunny nibbles
strips off her costume
a winter rose pokes through
admiring rabbit just looks,
a beautiful view