Love Rose Poems | Examples
These Love Rose poems are examples of Rose poems about Love. These are the best examples of Rose Love poems written by international poets.
If love etched on
gemmed, rose, alabaster
it will be full of
sonorous blissfulness
, like a dreamlike lily.
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
"Rhyming a ditty to give Charles a Memento.
Timing and tempo must be part of my Lento.
Conditions of his contest are to have fun.
Renditions with humour, to be a happy one." The Poet.
Ending dinner the ladies went to wash the dishes.
Recommending a cafe that served excellent fishes,
became a topic of the two old men left at the table.
"Name of that place? To remember it, I am unable."
"What's the name of that flower? Its like no other,
Lots love it" said one old man. "A favourite of my mother."
Stalling, the second old man asked if it is a rose? "You're right !"
Calling his wife "Rose, what's the name of that fish place last night?"
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
you're my dusk-soothe, O sun smoke
this unwedded rose weeps love ~
a poem, with soulmate blooms …
my muse…twin-flame m o
o n …
~ Contest Name : Let’s do it!
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
The day when poem saw the light : 11/08/26
A single white rose
plucked purposefully
from among a brilliant
rose bouquet
he brought to me
as a sign
of his sole love -
so refreshingly unique,
for each vibrant, velvet
pretty petal
showed proof of
passion restrained
as it was love regained
which he sought
from me,
and the loyalty
for which I’d longed
lingered on the
bloom’s perfume -
a fragrance of fidelity
found again in
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.
Romantic tapping;
Sends us inside, for napping
Shower happening
if my soul ever wept like a rose
drunk on thornless scents ...
would you, O love ,
trace the lips of time ,
glazed with passionate patterns
of poison and starlight?
untying the rubies of romance ,
sleepless, infatuated ... with the flame
of your pensive pixie-fire ...
I long for you, to pulsate in lush lilac
as the sunset bleeds in your tattoos
dressed with tequila temptations,
read me ~ like a poem ~ laid bare
as I unfurl softly, a luna-pearl ...
lovesick .. in liquid pink lustre ,
dreaming of dulcet demons
in the kiss
left by leafy fingertips
of tie-dyed july ~
on my waning heart ...
A lovely rose unfolds so well -
a keepsake given from the heart
to etch itself, so free of thorns -
a sweet memento deep and sound.
When given as a sign of love,
it finds a place to live and grow
with velvet petals that caress
to soothe the heart with happiness.
But, I'm that dreadful vampire rose
given by love that does not last -
eating away at memories
that in one's heart, remains inside.
My vampire fate will leave a wound
that stirs deep pain from long ago;
a sign of love that once fulfilled-
I morph to blemish what was joy.
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
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?
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.
Holy Told-ye-o, I can’t belief
in the hot blustering sun, my pore rose
felt to the difficult ground, droopping it’s head and leafs
oh my pore pore pore rose. I am afeared its toast.
You rilly think it deservd this?
For heavens sack, it didn’t naught.
I loved that melliflous flour like I love my too kids.
I cant belief the weigh human beans with no apathy laught
about it dyeing!
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