Rosebud Poems | Examples

Rosebud

If there is dismay,
And a shade of pain,
Sustained,
Any minute, every hour,
How can I take, agony's taste,
Away,
From a delicate flower?

Rosebud Wishes

 Lilac dreams frozen by winter's breath
 I awake to see silent snowflakes fall
 Cherry blossom visions are a sweet intrusion
 But cold winter winds interrupt this illusion 

 I am caught in winter's icy spell
 Its gloomy song drifts over the dell
 Daffodil notions are buried in snow
 Rosebud wishes have nowhere to go

 In the depths of winter 
 What impressions will slumber bring
 As cold winds howl outside
 I dream of the blooms of spring!

Tiny Rosebud

Inside this lonely garden big enough for only two 
is a tender shoot arising wet from morning dew 
And although the earth is craving,  I am pining too
for a little tiny rosebud to whisper, "I love you"

Rosebud Blanket Bouquet

perforates pine box

Blushing Rosebud

Snow
melts on
the rosebud
as pink petals
blossom. The warm wind
caresses her
with kisses
from the
sun.


06.30.2021



For Caren Krutsinger's "Ninette" contest

Rosebud

Bravery and recklessness
 riding together

Death as the arbiter
—glory abused

(Crow Agency Montana: July, 2009)

Bird and a Rosebud - a Haiku

Bird and A Rosebud - A Haiku
by James E Lee Sr.

~depressing rosebud
liberal bird stalks, so sad
in flight the birds rest 

darkening rosebud
a young, bird liberal stalks
because they can lite~

08/19/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Rosebud

I wanted to keep you alive,
in the small waterford bud vase
near our bed,
the one the minister spoke of,
on our wedding day.
There was always a rosebud in the vase,
you'de replace the dead one,
then I would,
we took turns, 
the rose our rogue child,
that breathed a fragrance of the eternal bloom.....
and that night that you died,
I put two buds in the vase, 
hoping that your parting was 
no more than last nights dream.

A Rosebud Unfurls

A rosebud unfurls
  Attracting pollinators
Bees and hummingbirds


Date written and posted: 07/12/2018

Rumination of a Rosebud

RUMINATION OF A ROSEBUD

Spring imagines
the thorns in her stem
why provoke far season

6/5/2017

A Dewy Rosebud

Blushing
rouge complexion,
wearing a crimson robe;
bathing in cool fountain of youth-
fresh dew.


Date : 10/03/2016

Published in an anthology 'Poetry of Flowers' by Lost Tower Publications.

The Bright Red of a Rosebud

Calling…calling who…
Rose…Rose…Rose…
Does the name belong to her, the one I still finger the touch of her lips upon mine
Does the lonely picture in my pocket portray her, the one I keep resting in my wallet
The one my lips touch everyday in a small instant
Rose…her name drives the very strength out of me
Leaving me pale stricken, glossy eyed
In a moment filled eclipse of irrelevant static
The static mimicking the sound of a thousand buzzing flies
Slowly encompassing me in deliberate darkness
Rose…what is the reason I know of you
Rose…what is the reason to why I cannot forget to remember you
Rose…so bittersweet like the first taste of a grapefruit
Rose…lonely Rose
I find myself curled up in a tiny ball contained with fearful dismay
My knees hugging my chest in distress, in panic, in disgust, in shame
Am I honestly the one to blame; a sharp pain to receive from guilt
Is this what it feels like to be cut with a knife or am I the one
The one who has forgotten the blood stained tub
The bright red of a rosebud
I really never knew her name
I just know the scream and dead silence of silent agony 
And being unable to save…
Rose…oh Rose…Rose…

Rosebud

Rosebud, rosebud soft and sweet
Why were you created for this world to meet
with no one to love or care for you
Only to greet the mornings dew
Before the sun before the light
Only to awake during late night

You of love the world of hate
What can be your fate
But your creator has not failed
He gave you so gentle an armour of thorn
To protect you from sadness and mourn
but how can he protect you from age
He can not put you in a cage
For no one can be protected from that
Soon age will come and you shall fade from memory and that will be that.

Yet how can anyone forget your lovely face
Would be a sad and different place
But times change and years pass
Faded forever more into the grass

The Orange Crush Bottle and the Rosebud

one morning or should I say the evening before I proceed to clip a rosebud whose bud was questionable to being cut too soon and the rosebud says to me if you cut me too soon I will not bloom but I clipped it any way and I say to the rosebud are you  going to grow or wither and to both our dismay I will come and throw you away.  the next morning looking for every event of the day to be exciting I rushed to the rosebud under the lighting and this beautiful red rose says to me hello my friend how art thou look at me ,smell me and I did and the beautiful rose continued last night when you lay down to sleep and cut the light out I knew without a doubt in the morning I will blossom for you cause you dipped me in mr. good stuff the orange crush bottle and I mused as we looked at each other the rose and me-I thought the rose is telling me this bud is for you! then said the orange crush bottle, I still am making um holla, then I said well let me get on up from here and try to make a dollar, let me hear you holla for the orange crush bottle!

The Rosebud

It is only a tiny rosebud, 
 a flower of God's design; 
 But I cannot unfold the petals 
 with these clumsy hands of mine. 

 The secret of unfolding flowers 
 is not known to such as I. 
 GOD opens the flower so sweetly 
 when in my hands they die. 

 If I cannot unfold a rosebud, 
 this flower of God's design, 
 then how I have the wisdom 
 to unfold this life of mine? 

 So I'll trust him for leading 
 each moment of my day. 
 I will look to him for guidance 
 each step of the pilgrim way. 

 The pathway that lies before me, 
 Only the Heavenly Father knows. 
 I'll trust Him to unfold the moments 
 Just as He unfolds the rose.

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