Black Rose Poems | Examples
These Black Rose poems are examples of Rose poems about Black. These are the best examples of Rose Black poems written by international poets.
Ebony eyes eclipse ripping away sun
Moon blooms of golden gloom
Lips lacking limerick’s lift
Onyx mood swings back and forth
Like grey grandfather clock
Time ticking as a blues bomb
Raining purple passionate pain
clouded by lemon lyrical labyrinth
Of love lacking it’s sweet liquor
The bittersweet longing embraced
Tastes like red regrets sifted through time
Straining to be reinvented not lamented
In black bird’s somber death song
Sacred and solemn in honor of loss
Mourning is important inked in green
Like poison ivy uncomfortable
But never worthless as it is digested
And creates cranberry calling to
Remember the fallen angels
With soft tears laid like roses
On the cold creamy colored casket
A rose devoid of color
and a poem reft of rhyme,
met without meaning,
timeless in an idle mind
that could not think, lay ink
upon a page, engage,
or otherwise oblige
the shrinking will
of one who'd fill a page.
So, sadly, they sat, not wishing that
they'd end, badly penned,
in a nothing, a not,
a period, a dot.
From her bed, the white rose pled,
this black ink poem,
obscures my form,
pale, pure, and pretty,
Please ma'am to see, the real me
hides behind these lines.
Words and letters do not flatter.
Look about, before, between.
Find me, free me, and forgive
this poem, this pitiful poet.
Fuchsia petals stretching towards sun
Lavender fragrance as aromatherapy
Onyx feet in grass on a barefoot run
Whimsical white wind blowing trees
Emerald green eyes play game of I spy
Red roses strike poses in the July sky
Rosebuds; break of day brightness
awakened fledglings from sleep.
A resting songbird breathes deep
from nursling black and white time
as a wisp of light prances
around scallop-trimmed leaflets,
in concert with elapsed time.
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
real winter roses
peeking through the winter snow~
unexpected prize
white, pink, purple, black
oft displayed at Christmas time~
joining poinsettias
nature's unique gift
a genus of evergreen~
offering roses
fresh abloom roses
smiling showing bright faces~
as winter enters --
rose in thorny frame
passion is in blazing flame
in cold chilled winter.
cold wave is blowing
petals of roses glowing
dewdrops glistening.
red, yellow, white, pink
magenta, even black prince
enjoying winter.
in a rose meadow
roses in kaleidoscope
welcoming winter.
Cold morning light of misty haze.
Ground section, three dimensional rectangular gaze.
Sharp thorns on rose dead red misty tears.
Cracked leather from fisted gloves of black weaponised might.
Shine glistened leathered shoes dulled in this dead light.
Long coat warmth hanging off soulless cold.
Dark glasses cloaked glass eyes shone in glee.
Box lowered slowly.
Oh, but so, so exquisitely.
Standing witness for the joyful final act of the murdered end of thee.
On the last ring of the phone
Just around the corner, but unknown
A night spent apart, alone
As a mourner for the lorn
A dozen roses for another hectic day
On Valentine's day one never supposes
The reason for being fashionably late
In the movies, in the seats
One on, and one off the train
(As the background music begins to play)
One on each side of the door
with words, but none we say
The crescendo then the scene segue
I'm Astaire, Gable, Grant and Kong
To your Ginger, Marilyn, Audrey and Fay
I'll see you at home tonight, don't be long
We just missed each other today
A black bird ponders. Wind suddenly blows.
Below on the ground, autumn leaves swirl.
She gave him a letter. He gave a rose.
A raven has all the time in the world.
black baccara rose
deepest darkest velvet red
subtle fragrances
The rose that bears delicate flowers,
adorned with soft scented petals,
resplendent in many shapes and color hues,
bears a stem of thorns from which pain ensues,
to the hand that grasps the rose for closer view.
For the closer we get to enjoy loves ecstasy fulfilled
The more we risk the pain of petals turned to thorns, pointed poignant.
In the backlash of disdain, with love lost again,
to the black petals of pain, in whorled layers
of regret and suffering.
Peace seems like a once-written myth, now blurred from sight,
like wrathful willows floating along sullen streams.
There, stars linger to trace lost love in twilight’s grace,
amidst the bitter cold wind roaring through the night.
But is a black rose not a rose if kissed with warmth?
When petals wilt, reignite kismet flames of light.
We are the poets of a crisp dawn sketched in gold.
Together, we erase veiled wrongs with ink so bright.
For hope can weave fragments of faith from lunar dreams;
love lost in twilight’s grace, there stars linger to trace~
verses to calm sinister skies of hate and plight.
summoned black diamond
sun's at other side of night
with the dream roses
heart of joy twinkling
gone down in sea of colors
star of plum evening
still in its peach prime
and dust of the day settles
crow flies to midnight
I think roses are so livid
The colors so vivid
No matter the color they be
Still such a beauty to see
A color so bright
What a sight
They speak of love so true
When handed to you
Heals a heart that's blue
Roses speak loud
Puts someone on a cloud
Speaks a language of their own
And love shown
Sometimes , behind the ear they may be worn
To show love born
Black speaks of those that died
Handed to those that cried
But still tried
Of a victory well earned
Of lessons well learned
Pleasing to the eye as well
The stories roses can tell
A beautiful part of life
So hand one to your wife
But this is the best thing
It's the happiness they can bring