Roses Poems - Poems about Roses

The Joys of Springtime ...

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Roses is with thorns Petals are red, pink or white Forever won't last......

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Roses are symbols Love in real life Its thorn Its spike tip leaf Its hard stem Its gentle petals Speaks the giver's intent Smiling heart that accept Both sparking eyes that yield In a moment of time, golden A celebration, two hearts that mend....

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I clutch a batch of roses in my hand, given to me by a blurry face, one whose name i cannot recall, i know theyve hurt me, and im forever stuck with them, and the stupid roses that wont die. the thorns prick my hands, my hands drip blood, i couldnt un-clutch the roses, the pain was sharp, like a needle i could feel it...

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You joined the Navy. I joined the circus. I was always a clown, and you were always so serious. ...

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OF LIFE AND ROSES Life is like a rose; it has its thorns, as well as sweet petaling days:- ...

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Life is like a rose; it has its thorns, as well as, Sweet petaling days:- ...

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"Grandma ain't getting young But we thank God for the year's He's given her But when I look into her eyes I see how she keeps praying for her grandchildren To each be settled in good families so that she lives on" I was named after my grandpa, and he left me my grandma And we've shared a special bond right...

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I don’t have my learners permit. I have had to be the adult my whole life. I have had to tend to their outbursts and tantrums. I have survived all their rat runs I’ve always told myself it’s an assessment A test of my determination I will soon regain my adolescence They’re just giving me a foundation, I have had to deal with...

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Today I opened my cupboard, I found your letters, kept in a box, Which you gave me, The dried roses still smell like you, Like your...

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“Milk of Roses” Milk of Roses was her scent and great bouquets of baby's breath moving messages that blew across hearts underneath the bones and skin of breast baby's breath that bristled like clouds moved by hidden white doves who cut the air like a butter knife for other imaginings crossing scarlet tears in skies and whispering trances through doors of wanton...

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The sun rises, and the seeds start to bloom. Resting on a table in the delivery room. Emotions rise as a sign of affection. A vibrant rose, picked for perfection. Seen from afar, the lavish petals. Thorns pierce the skin like jagged metal. Fragrances are so unique that they cause a high demand. So heavenly that one whiff transports you to a...

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wild roses blooming in snow-encrusted meadow ~ early sign of spring ...

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Poetry Soup Premiere Contest winner MOTHER'S DAY poetry contest sponsored by Benjamin Bartley, April 2025 Morning starts early, before it gets light Opening cupboards, to see what’s in store Teachable moments, with wrong versus right Hope grabs the car keys, then heads through the door Early bird children, are making their way Ready to take on, another school week So many hurdles, to...

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Smell the roses When you’re in an awful hurry and haven’t time to spare And everything’s a worry you’re rushing here and there While all the jobs are piling up, there’s dishes in the sink You haven’t time to wash a cup, you haven’t time to think Stop... and smell the roses, that well worn old cliché For sure as little...

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