White Rose Poems | Examples
These White Rose poems are examples of Rose poems about White. These are the best examples of Rose White poems written by international poets.
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 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 white rose,
stark against the scar,
left on a plinth—
pale,
pierced,
and pared.
Air drips with heavy dew—
a heady sip,
thick nectar stung by wind,
a bitter elixir on the tongue.
The faint decay of autumn bloom rises.
Petals—
crushed,
capsized on iron.
Ensnared.
Entombed.
Rusting deep in the split stone—
iron teeth gripping the grim root.
Under the rust,
a secret scarlet pulse.
White thorns wake,
weaving through the wreckage.
Wild shoots shatter the cage,
rising—
raw,
radiant,
and reborn.
For deep under the bitter stone,
beneath the winter's heavy blow,
lies the silent, secret seed.
It waits for the solstice's soft sovereign warmth,
to wake,
to break,
and build the bloom anew.
A rose devoid of color
and a poem reft of rhyme,
met without meaning,
timeless in an idle mind
that could not think, lay ink
upon a page, engage,
or otherwise oblige
the shrinking will
of one who'd fill a page.
So, sadly, they sat, not wishing that
they'd end, badly penned,
in a nothing, a not,
a period, a dot.
From her bed, the white rose pled,
this black ink poem,
obscures my form,
pale, pure, and pretty,
Please ma'am to see, the real me
hides behind these lines.
Words and letters do not flatter.
Look about, before, between.
Find me, free me, and forgive
this poem, this pitiful poet.
With such feminine flamboyancy
this maiden sways in sassy motion
flashing, flitting, flaming a sweet minuet
beneath a mural of moonlit madness,
her flared gown fair as gemmed feathers
this one white rose, radiantly rising ,
her flight of fancy floating on yard's floor
and like a nubile nymph of nightfall;
she parades with petals on a pageant...
How this femme fatale; a floral rune
glides gaily...such sizzling sensation,
goddess of spring's glossed grandeur!
A single white rose
abloom
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.
A single white rose stands, swaying in wheezy wind
Got a glimmering glimpse of it in the dewy dawn.
On the carpet of green, as a dreamy dame she swings,
Demure and slightly bent on a magical monsoon day.
A fine flower with petite petals, delicate,
Yet sheltered by sharp stinging thorns that pierce.
Rain drops drip off her vaporous velvety face
As unanticipated tears rush down from one’s eyes.
She is fairer far than anything one can spot
Her petals, so silky and soft, spun by angels of heaven.
Oh, symbol of grace, you rock me in dazzling delight,
And in me a thousand poetic fancies ignite!
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.
anonymous
signature of secrecy
discreet and loving
Majestically, she minds the masts
on a million misty mornings,
unfurling her sealskin sails
against a pearl-glass dawning;
impeccably, ivory light illumines,
shimmering softly on silver waves.
She holds her position proudly;
sails, pale petals upon the spars,
unfold in porcelain splendor.
Her gaffs and yards, bright shafts of light
banish darkness before her,
a single white rose sea rising.
Copyright, July 10, 2026
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.
A full moon floats above the garden,
white light stirs in the softness of a rose.
Listening to the night’s gentle whispers.
Whispers drift from shadow and bloom.
Both hold mysteries in their silent beauty.
The night orb will take you places;
allow yourself to follow its patient, luminous trail.
In its unwavering orbit the moon leaves us with
footprints of possibility across the tapestry of a rose.
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