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.
In shadows deep, where secrets lie, A black rose blooms beneath the sky. Its petals dark as midnight's grace, A silent whisper, a haunting face.
No blush of dawn, no summer's glow, Just mystic depths where sorrows grow. Yet beauty lurks within the shade, A fragile strength, a quiet braid.
A long-stemmed rose ...
Her finest silk gown of vermilion petals
unfurls in rhapsody of a bride's embrace.
A dewy little face of splendor looks up
and permeates the air with waves of scent.
Spilling sweet essence of a soft lullaby
A Duchess in her branch, a floating red cloud.
Bees gossip around her, whispering stories
of lush green love, and bountiful blooms.
But the rose said, I won't be always red.
The effervescent spring, December preys
Black Death turns all crimson to greys.
Wilting leaves to endure her frozen petals,
and thorns guard her with pricks of Truth.
A balance of fulcrum with equal weights-
you wish to be this, but you need to be that.
The rose lives not long, it's only for a while
But waits for the Equinox, for another smile.
A long-stemmed rose...
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.
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 roses bloom where shadows creep
rooted deep in graves that weep
petals soft as silken sighs
drinking moonlight, cold and wise
they curl and twist with midnight’s breath
a garden fed by whispered death
their thorns, like claws, draw crimson bright
a sacrifice to starving night
winds that stir them hum with woe
secrets buried far below
names long lost on weathered stone
yet black roses hear and moan
pluck just one, and hear the call
a voice that slithers, thin and tall
a lover lost, a debt unpaid
a ghost unshackled, love betrayed
so leave them swaying in the dark
let them keep their mourning stark
for those who dare disturb their bed
find their own black roses spread
black baccara rose
deepest darkest velvet red
subtle fragrances
My rose-tinted lenses get me through the day
My world isn’t plagued by the white, black, or gray
Just rose
My rose-tinted lenses show me only love
Not any hate like the kind you hear of
Who knows?
My rose-tinted lenses made me “naive”
They say I only saw what I believed
I suppose…
My rose-tinted lenses make all flags red
Which is probably why I didn’t see her in the bed
Her clothes
My rose-tinted lenses hid your deceit
How could I have missed, I’d already been beat
So exposed
My rose-tinted lenses aren’t even real
They were made up to help me deal
I oppose
I believed you would change
I should’ve known that was out of your range
Just shows
My rose-tinted lenses have turned red with defeat
I’ll admit I’ve been beat
Your betrayal was indiscreet
But our story’s incomplete
We’ll wait and we’ll see
How rose-colored lenses provide what I need
As he brings a black African dove,
She brings a black African rose,
Blinds and deafs are singing love.
Dumb is dancing rumba,
Simba is playing samba.
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.
There's a chance you live
If you have the chance to give
The love she deserve.
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.
Quicksand caught generation epoch,
restless whirring of a drill in the dust.
Zenith of color shifts saturation to none,
black and white film on video cassette.
Ensnared in a cage lowering to molten,
hourglass is losing sand to run dry.
Eyes fixate to the sunny horizon,
flicker dims as monsters crawl,
from beneath beds, closets,
bathroom stalls.
Those noises,
creaks in the floor,
are very real.
Ignore them,
rummy for thy belly to fill.
If you look
You will find me
Here in the garden
By my favorite roses
Now black
Where you buried me
Signed
Mommy
My journey of blood
Sword of viscera and steel
The Black Rose Thorn Queen
petal paw prints pounce
starry eyes twirling with tail
black rose under moon
April 4th 2022
Contest: Black Cat Haiku
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