Sad Rose Poems | Examples
These Sad Rose poems are examples of Rose poems about Sad. These are the best examples of Rose Sad poems written by international poets.
If I could go back in time,
I’d go back to when I believed in soulmates
the way I believe the stars in the night sky
guide us to a predetermined destiny.
Poorly illuminated by the moon,
leaving you to seek yourself intentionally.
Well,
I’ve learned you can throw away fate
when you make an extremist choice,
deviating against that destiny.
Like salmon in the springtime,
we kill ourselves only to respawn,
and reinvent new regret
in search of things we think we need
but already possess.
Now,
I don’t mean to come off as nihilistic or depressed,
but I’m slowly starting to stop believing in prepackaged outcomes,
and have come to the conclusion
that only children believe in soulmates.
At least I did when I was a kid.
Now I know for certain,
love only exists when it’s convenient,
and the stars, more often than not,
pick favorites.
On the dim lit streets of New York town
You danced for uncrowned kings
The whiskey harsh upon your lips
With eyes that could not see
And I'd await by the ocean's shore
With the horses tethered fast
For dawn would draw you homeward
From each exotic dance
You sought for what M'lady
While youth a withered vine
I had but love to give you
The rose of velvet time
In silks and pleasure lay your dreams
As stone became your heart
And I rode fast upon the winds
But your voice bade me come back
So life remained until the morn
When the music lost all rhyme
A sad goodbye upon the grave
The rose of velvet time
I give her a rose
Sad, red, no words
No promise, yet full of meaning
It's petals held a trembling touch
Its scent concealed a whisper feeling
No bouquet, no grand display
Just a simple gift
Yet, in that moment
The world stood still
Like an echo of tenderness
A quite confession
Forever lingering
A trace of your will.
"The pretty rose has thorns to keep her safe." Quote By Poet
Who will keep me safe like thorns on a rose?
Only skin to protect my feelings.
The rose petals color drained,
as my eyes tearfully pained,
over how I failed to maintain
A bed worthy of thorns contained
No gardens lush, where beauty bloomed,
Unyielding, lost, my dark heart entombed,
Each fragrant breath, putrids perfumed,
Now, just whisps of a florist doomed
The dry thorns, razor sharp, a warning strong,
Guard deadly blooms where love doesn't belong,
In my haste, I wrought the bouquet wrong,
and watched as life was reaped, swiftly by the throng
With every year, a memory fades,
Of sunlight's kiss in gentle glades,
Can roots revive in shaded trades,
Or will we mourn what time evades?
Oh, teach me how to plant anew,
With tender hands, a heart that's true,
To grow of the earth in a vibrant hue,
and cherish thorns whose sting l never knew
In every bud, a tale very few conceive,
Of broken dreams, of hearts that grieve,
For the Rose, it speaks of love's reprieve,
In petals, soft, dare we believe.
SEA OF ROSES
It was a sad affair and heartbreaking
Two girls murdered, whilst at school
Yet of course, no knives was the rule
Young lives were there for the taking
The area’s now a carpet of red flowers
One child named Rose, now resonant
The other was Poppy, equally poignant
As each tiny lit candle would last hours
The local florists had to restock roses
And red poppies were another request
Taken by hand, then also laid to rest
As eventually every door finally closes
National media came and filed the story
The ‘sea of roses’ shown on all the news
The local press did photos and interviews
Sadness and anger was almost obligatory
Roses for love, Poppies for remembrance
Those red petals almost paved the street
That imagery was both bitter and sweet
There for weeks at the school’s entrance
Petals off a blue rose
Fall like autumn leaves
Seasons change and feelings go
Blown away by summer's breeze
The cold is a reminder
Of the last days I spent with you
Maybe one day I'll find her
The ghost of the love we knew
But time keeps marching onward
Another night staring at stars
I'm told to move forward
Even though your heart is far
In another life someday
I hope to try again
Say the things we couldn't say
And let eternity begin
But now I stay reclusive
A flower that could not grow
Its beauty forever elusive
The blossom of a blue rose
I waited and waited to no avail,
the wolves were howling now,
the moon looked sad and dark,
I asked myself, how?
Life has always knocked me down,
I'd push myself up with strong
hands,
But now somehow I feel defeated,
My sorrow has left me unable to stand.
I stumble on with a purpose,
there's nothing left for me here,
I can hear the wolves calling,
they've dug up my roses - I fear.
Roses are red,
Violets are not,
Please help me,
I've turned into a clock.
Thou wert frail, frailer still thy fate,
Had reasons fair to feel nigh riled,
Your sad eyes sure had looked for me,
O my ill-fated child.
I was too far to welcome thee,
My child, had little time to wait,
Get admired in father’s fond arms,
And ye left, gone from gate.
Helpless not to have held to heart,
Nor yet welcome thou to my world,
Let me the least give thou this rose—
A bit frail, feeble, curled.
Now, amidst piles of painful thoughts
Lost in a time-warped and wan wave,
I’m left to see thy wilted soul,
O to see it till grave.
Ye had come to us long years back,
A bit pallid, my child, and pale,
What a punch time’s chosen to punch,
A gust of wind’s turned gale!
And as I offer thee this rose,
Why, wonder I, wide-eyed and wild,
To just turn time’s page and feel good?
No, my guilt’s piled, my child.
I do admit my guilt, my child,
In plight, for not doing my due,
Here, let me wish, thy new life’s pink,
The wretched me whilst rue.
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Musings |03.05.2024| reminisce, remember, rose
Dejected like a wilted drooping Rose losing fragrance and beauty, am I still going to accept defeat!
In prayer I offer a Rose of Reparation --- to adorn ---
her sorrowful Immaculate Heart, as I remove a thorn
too late to refuse
to be subject to abuse
of those long gone blues
the failure to comprehend
all that was needed back then
each makes their own way
emptiness unfilled by phrase
darkening some days
dreams shot at and downed
expectations run to ground
leaving without sound
of story with no ending
too long lost for beginning
dreams won't make it so
long past time to turn and go
where sad stories flow
not much left to mourn
what our younger selves had sworn
we too became torn
sometimes we pluck a prize rose
sometimes we grab a sharp thorn
what the fates disclose
cherish the highs cast out lows
life is filled with to-and-fros
Stop and smell the roses even if they aren't there
Stop and smell the flowers even if they are dead or bear
Stop and smell the roses because each petal has a different scent and every curve is a masterpiece, like a Renaissance painting
Pass by a rose and you may miss a lifetime
Pass by a daisy and you may lose your smile
Pass by a sunflower and your nightmares could start to become a sad reality
Appreciate what you take for granted or your heart will hibernate instead of bloom
There's a simplistic complexity that is painted to the curves of every rose
How can something so small hold so much beauty
When you can answer this you're eyes can truly see, your heart will smell grace, your ears can feel the future
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so what do you let your eyes hold
Whatever it is, remember before you get too old
Enjoy the event of a white rose
p.s. don't let the world distract you from the paintings on the petals...
No deity on heaven and earth gave repose,
When each rose petal fell heavy like monsoon rain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose
Buried on unhallowed ground, on wanton rows,
With her unborn fatherless child, she was lain,
No deity on heaven and earth gave repose
Ardent promises made beneath smiling crows,
Like bright coloured rose petals drowned by dark grain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose
Below hanging baskets of Babylon, two hearts chose,
Their Garden of Eden where her true heart was slain,
No deity on heaven and earth gave repose
O' How he prayed, guilt stricken for the divine and his Rose,
Giving out absolutions, his spiritual domain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose
Strolling past orchards, his holy regalia flows,
The rose petals wither promptly and bright hues abstain,
No deity on heaven and earth gave repose,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose
Date: 12/01/23
The Cardinal and the Rose Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish