Rhyme Rose Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Rose poems are examples of Rose poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Rose Rhyme poems written by international poets.
Me and my love, are like two roses, we love each other so much, that we grew together, side by side.
We choose to be red, for our love is so strong, like the blood of life, we live in each other’s arms, feeling each other all through life.
We smell the same, like the sweetest scent that has ever been found.
Just the touch of our love, can make us feel like we are in heaven mist.
My rose is here in my hand; it smells so sweet it makes me have feeling of loving endlessly.
My rose is red like my blood, reminding me of life and its endless cycle of love.
Like a kiss from nature, our bond makes us feel amazingly.
My rose blooms beautifully and comes back every year, to make me smile again and again.
Lifting prayers to God, for all the love.
Let the flowers grow around Queen Anne’s lace,
As vanilla clouds simulate snowflake motifs.
This Wintering in Spring, amidst green leaves.
A red velvet garden of thorns and grace.
Let the flowers grow, strong; popped-button-proud;
Bright friends of sun’s bolster - deep ruby lips;
Rainshower-couture, like painted nail tips.
Deep, bountiful presence - silent, but loud.
Let the flowers grow, suddenly chosen
To be gathered in a wedding bouquet;
Or one by one, fragrant stems kissed on broadway.
Still, most remain, in season, unbroken.
I'll be free to kind-ness of daisies
gently trembling through the void,
and the softness of held hands
which are offering raisins,
without a trick of quicksand.
There's seeds that has a need
of watering & the showering,
Grows into roses with its thorns
defense mechanism vulnerability
can be sweet and leave you torn.
A mother cradles her newborn
and will show her teeth
if you interrupt her breath
into her child's new lungs,
and a simple harmony sang
She's now a bee to become....
Sitting alone on the porch
In the evening glow
Mama’s garden blooms again
With exotic flow
Bright awakening
Pink roses are her delight
Night is threatening
Favourite Things Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
August 19, 2025.
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.
Raindrops on Roses
Raindrops on roses glitter
Like bright sapphire gems
On foils of tender petals
Amidst diadems
Of a royal king
To offer on his troth day
His favourite thing.
Raindrops on roses sparkle.
Though they seem like tears
On those cloudy, rainy days.
Roses have no fears.
Nature's gifts are rife.
Small raindrops fall and glisten,
Sparkling joy of life.
I am rose, although a dusty rose;
my journey forward has been long and hard
along this narrow well-worn path I chose
that’s left me old and grey with dust-caked clothes
and dreams dismissed, emotions slightly scarred.
And yet the hopes that ever lead me on
are optimistic dreams with colored bows;
I’m always chasing my tomorrow’s dawn
and reaching for the dreams to which I’m drawn;
my lifetime color is a dusty rose.
August 16, 2025
Music Produced by Jerry Curtis
Your love is like the sun, shining bright every day, making my heart warm and giving me a feeling of sweet embrace.
Forever love, your love is felt, today and always, you're in my heart.
pink petal’d-petrichor scent
brumous blossoms fold
dark rain falls from sunless skies
still, her garden’s gold
doused roses airing
as bright beam disperses clouds
poised beauty flaring
Contest: Favorite Things
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date of poem: 15th August, 2025
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A sky kiss on rose beauty,
long for bees in flight
to reach sumptuous nectar,
where rains blend with fright,
yet no sun to dry,
after many days of rain,
clouds still drape the sky.
A Rose, is but a Rose
It's Beauty is divine.
The scent of a Rose can drive you wild.
The Rose is delicate and pure
It comes in different scents , colours and sizes .
All which are a delight.
A Rose is so heavenly,
For Beauty is in the beholder and the Rose is one of those beauties.
There is romance in a Rose for the one that gives and the the one that receives.
The sentiment of the Rose is what says
L o v e
Sincere for all who hold dear to Love.
Yesterday was your birthday
Unfortunately, that was a busy day
However, I went to the garden
Of my heart this beautiful morning
Where I picked an invisible rose that could bring:
Happiness, joy, good humor and an early spring.
I shaved my beard and mustache to make your day
With all my heart, I wish you a happy birthday
Oh! I would like to charm you until nightfall
When the rainbow is no more in the fall
Toward another horizon, for another season
Please accept this rose, this poem, this song.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my good friend.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Within the secret sacred shrines of rose
Dwells a scent. This aroma, like gold, glows.
Creation flows. Existence is the scent.
Though the rose fades, its scent lasts without end.
The scent is not on her external skin.
This is in the clashes of seasons' spin.
This aroma springs from her spotlessness.
The fragrance finds the bloom's bottomlessness.
Soul is the core of the scent of goodness.
Within it abides showers of kindness
The stream of scent secretes with dispassion.
It's from here the scent spreads as compassion.
Thriving in the sun she sways inside her garden
each time a fragrant wind arrives from the sea
Her lavender blooms fill the earth with pardon
she bends at will like a tiny bud young and free
She is a rare and beautiful blue moon in my hand
pulled from the ground she sets my heart aglow
when I inhale her, ... then I begin to understand
why she is my favorite rose, why I love her so
Giving always giving, she is the perfect flower
loosely scented in my home she is fragrance
convening with my senses with elongated hour
this little rose of mine, means love & romance