Life Rose Poems | Examples
These Life Rose poems are examples of Rose poems about Life. These are the best examples of Rose Life poems written by international poets.
ROSE BUSHING LIFE
(A Haiku Alison Sowed & I Reaped)
Let’s be as roses,
Life lived with petals and thorns;
Surviving its vase:-
Trust in the Lord with all your might
Follow His word as your guiding light
For you will have times that are dark
Let the lamp of love lighten your heart
In your weakness He will make you strong
Power in His uniqueness to carry you along
Despite dilemma that prunes you like rose
He will remember you and keep you close
For He told Peter do not to be afraid believe
To walk on water in a storm that teaches peace
So it is for you to believe as you walk in life
He will deliver you He will answer your cry
He will make a way out of no way
Smiting your enemies saving your day
Like woman with an issue of blood, yes sir
Twas her great faith in Him that saved her
Let life’s storms teach you how to believe
For He is King of Kings He will bring peace
OF ROSEBUSHES AND US: A BEAUTIFUL AWARENESS
Like the rosebushes,
our lives have petals and thorns:
God growing us on:-
Blest birthday blossoms burst out bliss…
…breeding midst life-building best
glows with gracious generosity…
…God-governed that greatly grows
toward triumphant, jubilant, vibrant, radiant, abundant…
…gratitude fueled by praise-altitude upon faith-fortitude---
kindling loving kindness, igniting caring inspiration
as thanksgiving warms friendship and worthy worship
for festive existence of peaceful persistence
signified by a single white rose.
A single, satin-like, white rose
patiently peeking all alone
above the weathered, wooden fence,
as in its somber silence thinks-
“I've grown, going past the tiptop
of this wood fence and now need find
what final fate decides, defines
pure purpose for my so short stay.”
“Perhaps a lovelorn lad stops by,
a perfect present I may make
to lift his sweetheart, sure to smile,
by binding me, held by her hair.
There, my white petals then can pair
with her smooth cheeks of satin pink-
soon spark the light of love again.
Then my life's feat, fulfilled shall be.
She was white wind beneath wings
Intelligent interesting and a trailblazer
Not one thing in life came easily yet
Green eyes surprised wise smiles
Ladylike all the while she persevered
Even during her cherry challenges
We wear a single white rose of remembrance
Hearts hope to honor her
In life despite death’s cruel claws
Turning turquoise tears trials tribulations to
Emerald empathy emotional
Resilience remember December her
Only wish for Christmas to love like a
Saint and receive recognition as a person
Everyone can come to in confidence
A single white rose
remains in her garden
as if guarding her last breath
and the laugh that lightened
a garden into a legendary
sanctuary of sacred place,
lengthening time
and creating memories
of precious moments
that passing time cannot erase~
still marked to remind
by a single white rose.
As we run from the ash,
will the pyramid of peace,
save our love?
As we gasp for air,
I feel totally loved with,
"Your fingers around my soul."
As you hold me so tightly,
kiss me over and over again then,
"Kiss me when the sun sleeps..."
Here as our time is ending,
"I own your signature,"
for evermore as we close our eyes.
"I'm a vampire rose,"
is this our true death?
I can smell the sweetness of a rose,
as the vampire of life bleeds us dry.
Will we ever be found?
Contest: Rhythm and Rubble
Sponsor: Kerry Bernatchez
Date: July 10th 2026
Encountering bounteous people
In life. In hurt. In search
For friends true.
Propped, pretty and pure
Amongst a colourful cast
"A Single White Rose"
Awaits you.
Captivating catching
The light and eyes,
"A Single White Rose"
Pure thoroughly through.
A unique, perfect specimen
Genuine, generous too.
A glowing glorious spirit
Of a simply sun-kissed
Personality,
Wethered not withered
Owning their own
Originality!
"A Single White Rose"
To treasure forever.
Never ever a symbol of strife.
Be sure to secure
And nurture this beaut
Should it
Blossom blissfully
Into your life.
They say I am full of air,
as I sit here wearing blue.
In the seventh house,
I love to see and smell roses.
Social circles is where I am,
as I am balancing life.
This is not my zodiac sign,
I know I am not under this spell.
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.
He died on the field, to live in the heart,
Lifted are nations by heroes that fall;
Never we’ll know on which ground he took part;
But then, the truth is, he died on them all.
He held, on that day, “No evil shall pass!
No, not today, though I die at my post!”
Courage is not just a word by the crass,
But rises with flames, when duty calls most.
What shall we think of a life cut so short?
There once died a rose, that others might bloom;
What shall that death to the living report?
There once rose a call, that lives past the Tomb:
To face every danger, never to lag,
And to embody what’s meant by the flag.
When winter blows a chill and freezing breeze.
Stripping the blushes from the autumn rose.
A flower awaits in silence and pleads.
Now cold and encased in white icy woes.
Her gentle petals dressed in softest hue;
Held tight within a harsh crystalline grasp.
Perfect jewel twinkling with morning dew.
A love that the season cannot unmask.
She waits patiently for spring to appear.
Cold on the outside but alive within.
Listening to each song she longs to hear.
Content to bloom her fragrant life again.
My love waits faithfully for Spring to show.
Frigidly wrapped up in winter's white glow.
soft winds gently sigh
whispering tales of new life~
sweet scent spreads to sky.
petals unfurl wide
daffodils greet the warm sun~
a gentle, soft ride.
roses bloom in air,
jasmine ascends with slow pace~
nature's tender grace.
a world reborn bright
drinking blossoms with delight~
chasing winter's sight.
Rose
You don’t pull the petals of a rose to make it bloom.
Perfection should never be forced.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison