Rosebud Poems - Poems about Rosebud

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

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

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,

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

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 

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. 

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