Roses Poems - Poems about Roses

Sunday quote, and new poem- ( “And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief” – William Cullen Bryant ) Sad At Twilight Hour Love's Paradise Can Be Lost, With Sunday Quote Sad at...Read More

Roses of all colours Would be in poems, art: All my love rolled up. Meant to represent understanding, The roses each mean something. Roses of blue Would mean I’m aware It’s true what I want is imaginary. Roses of orange Would mean I do...Read More

Roses are red, violets are blue Colors of pew are all over you ... CayCay February 9, 2022 ...Read More

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Roses are red and violets are blue Gold may sparkle and silver may shine Instead, gift the words ... I love you ... Writ by your hand, on a little paper valentine (Lind30WCR - 7,7,7,9) ...Read More

I advised Jenny Wren that I’d be there by ten. She told me Amber Rose was in the loop. So, I simply assumed and just entered her room Like a fox that’s privy to the chicken coop. I eased...Read More

Rivers and parks love and sparks something about you this time around 7th heaven silkwood night flight cool down Still lovin' you...Read More

Each petal, leaf, each vein, each thorn, not any one the same, Stand tall in there duty protecting Their tillage from the dark winged shadows circling the sky's mains The wind slightly changes and they sway so...Read More

Why is it ? In the morning why is it? All of my field of red roses Fade on her lips Why is it? That's my all roads which goes to her house doom dam...Read More

A rambling rose Falling messily Across the eyes Tossing in the wind Blooms trailing Along the railing Merrily cheering Hearts in need Of some kindness Some compassion Feelings flowing From the souls Of those lonely buds Who linger long After first frost Only in memories Who keep yearning For the tenderness Of...Read More

I'm sick of standing on my hands and knees! The image speaks to the wall. Why don't we alternate? The Frame is your outer casing. And we pierced my chest with nails....Read More

You severed me for your paramour, My first love, you are mon amour, Doxy of love surround your heart, Betrayed in the lanes of my sweeheart, Sweeping the hectic lanes, Sleeping in the lonely fanes, I feel...Read More

The Cat It is late, nearly half-past nine. You are asleep beside me. The clock on the wall is too loud. I need to buy another. This one is a cat, with eyes that move. I do...Read More

Throughout full room sprays of sweet nothings suffuse Mellow are memorial moments, mirth as well as my muse High-floating foams, filled with redolent renaissance Gently freshen up and fondle my hairs My hairs, eager to inhale inspiring air Grow fixated...Read More

What if time was really timeless Like some minds are really mindless Does my mind need to remind us That even the alive can still be lifeless And if your high you can be flightless Live in the dark...Read More