Roses Are Red Poems | Examples

the bee to become

I'll be free to kind-ness of daisies
gently trembling through the void,
and the softness of  held hands
which are offering raisins,
without a trick of quicksand.
There's seeds that has a need
of watering & the showering,
Grows into roses with its thorns
defense mechanism vulnerability
can be sweet and leave you torn.
A mother cradles her newborn
and will show her teeth
if you interrupt her breath
into her child's new lungs,
and a simple harmony sang
She's now a bee to become....

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue

When roses are red and violets are blue,
each is a lovely, sentimental hue. 
But the color of blood is also red,
and now my love, as you're gone and dead, 
the color of velvet is tinged dark-blue,
and I still cry through my tears for you.

hiku 31

  shimmering dewdrops 
a red rose releases
a crystalline tear

SPRING IS IN THE AIR

The mild breezes
Fragrances from the natural aromas of flowers
Romance stirring up the warmth
The enjoyment of the outdoors
Beauty of Flower colors
Distinction at its best
Dazzling the senses
Refreshing thoughts
Conversations one to one another
Coming out of hibernations
The feeling in what spring brings
April Showers May flowers
Spring step out
The sun that shines
Togetherness all genuine
Spring forth
Perfect time to spring out
The Spring season applause as people move about.

The Call from Beyond the Wall

(A lone voice whispers)

In a deep dream,
I once heard a whispered call

It came so softly 
Vibrating over all my inner walls

It said boy
Stand up tall

Be courageous 

Throw away all of your life's toys and climb over all your life's many walls

But I thought it was but a dream and did nothing at all

And now at ninety-eight
I'm still haunted by this soft call

Of
Boy boy

Remember 
Throw out your last toy
For a 98 

It's still not too late
We've still got a chance

Climb over that last wall
And together

Hand in hand

 Into eternity 
We'll still dance

If you can still hear this call 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

A poem of regret and lost love.

No Greater Wish than Sweet Companionship

I’ve long since been gone but now I wish to return, if you’ll let me. I was down the thorny path, in the woodchipper, stuck in time, dancing into deed. It’s no match, a man with a curse vs a man with a heart. Its ten to zero, ones not even fighting. We’ve seen the underbelly of the storm cloud, flashing with scowling bolts of canary yellow. Cried onto the flat pale of the earth. So that the ponds and lakes filled like eyes trying to sting away tears. Mothers and fathers have seen tougher times. You’ve toughed out the times, but I've looked the other way. I still want to hold you until the mourning doves set the stage for the sun. We can watch a movie together and forget that it’s on. There will be peace. When it’s all said and done there won’t even be a hatchet.

Roses and violets

Roses are red violets are blue, 

deep down I know I’m not in love with you, but yet again my heart speaks the truth, 

roses aren’t all red, and everyone knows violets aren’t blue, 

the last person I thought i would love so deeply, would be you, 

roses aren’t all red, it’s impossible for violets to be blue, 

the biggest lie I ever told, was when I said I wasn’t in love with you.

Another Roses Are Red Poem

Roses are dying;
the blue bird is crying.
Posies fill the pockets of
those who are sick and dying.

Red and Black Roses

Roses are red and roses are black
Depends on how you look at that
I see a fantasy colorful with dreams
Ignoring all the darkness and screams 

For every good deed is there one bad
For every happy dream was someone sad
Is life filled with a necessary balance
To really live it must there be a challenge

A Rose from Forgotten Friend

A Rose from Forgotten Friend
Let me share a story of a rose
which I found,  in my old book
N believe me, I don't remember 
I don't remember who gave it
I don't remember,  when i received it
I'm wondering about it's colour 
I'm wondering why I kept it in the book 
to reminisce it later?Or
the book is my only hiding location?
Look at it,
It must have been soft, vibrant coloured petals 
It must have been green lively stem & leaves
It must have been sweet fragnanced, some day
Which must have been brought smile on me 
& maybe, there must have been such bond between you and me 
Don't know how much time has passed 
But you see nothing is like before 
Colour faded, fragrance vanished
It doesn't hold any memory of yours
Everything turned brown,  Everything is dried
A question kept resurfacing in my mind 
That why , why I forgot you?

Red Field

The field is so red
Looks like a flood of thick blood
Lovely red roses.

Red Alert

    Gorgeous red roses
       conceal sharp thorns

    Beware alluring poses
       purest hearts ~ torn

BANKING ON ROMANCE

Love affair
Heart to heart transactions in the air
It was a large Banking Corporation Office Tower in New York City
Eyes met
Tony and Regina’s dating set
No With drawl
Tony and Regina worked as Temps for the same agency
Worked in different departments within Investment Management Group of Stocks and Bonds
There was definitely a love thing
However, it was noticeable and plenty of observation
A regular employee of the bank stated, “Tony and Regina have romance going on
It didn’t matter, love was love
I can assure you, Tony and Regina felt it was everything to think of
They even went to Bloomingdale’s 59 and they joked around
In fact, there was this long dinner table fit for a mansion, and Tony played like he was rich and having an elegant affair, and it was a sensation
Not only was Regina impressed, there was an audience that wasn’t expected
Applaud love and Regina behind it
Nonetheless, love story genuine
Suddenly love took a down turn
Not on Regina’s part as my temp assignment had come to an end that day
Regina was out sick 
We were so busy dating, and never exchanged phone numbers
Heart struck
Love search

Roses are Red

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The colors are fading
Just like my view.
Roses are red
The sky's turning gray
I’m stuck in the silence
Of another lost day.

Roses are red
The thorns pierce so deep
I wish I could wake
But I’m still half asleep.
Roses are red
Their fragrance is sweet
But it’s hard to enjoy
When I’m feeling defeat.
Roses are red
The petals fall slow
Like all of my hopes
That I've come to outgrow.

Roses

Roses are red,
Violets are not,
Please help me,
I've turned into a clock.

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