Short Red Red Rose Poems

what did one dish washer say to another?




                                dishes ridiculous...

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the crystal vase
just one red rose
an elegant pose
in natural grace


a simple thing
that red, red rose
yet the heart knows
what joy it brings……....

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He sang-‘You’re like a red, red rose
With you dear, my life ever glows’
She sang- ‘But you’re a thorn
Your presence, I greatly mourn’
Now both sang- ‘So we shall end our woes’...

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The triumph of the redbreast
sweetly singing in the morning,
the torch of autumn, bold,
effulgent crimson, richly glows.

Sunset's fiery testament,
you in bright scarlet raiment,
sparkling in the starlight like a ruby, 
and blushing like a red, red rose!...

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The first bloom, the second bloom and then the third..
Too exhausted in the splendour, she rode her little pony
The sights too sugary and the smells too exotic,
Love is a red red rose, fed with the blood of the two,
Too exhausted in the empty splendour she rode her pony....

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I need no rose
You art my rose
My red red rose
The same old rose

I need no rose
But rather
A little bit pause
A skip of pulse

I need no rose
But rather
A whole day's prose
An ease of course

No! Not a rose
I want to be yours
I need no rose
I need no rose...

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...for Juvie


The triumph of the redbreast
sweetly singing in the morning,
the torch of autumn, bold,
effulgent crimson, richly glows.

Sunset's fiery testament,
you in bright scarlet raiment,
sparkling in the starlight like a ruby, 
and blushing like a red, red rose!...

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There is nothing sweeter than the smell of a red, red, red rose
Or someone having a dear to compose
life spent wondering and gathering
thoughts of precious moments
that will last forever in the mind
A birthday is a special time
that we remember, and is sweet
as the red, red, red rose....

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ROSE



Red red rose 
a blossom of life
made the sky rain tears
in awe of its beauty

bright bright sun
hid behind clouds
in fear of harming
that innocent life

strong strong wind
blew softly across
that gem's pathway
making it bow in shame

rose, red red rose
quintessence of beauty
yet ever so lonely
began to whither

Red tears now 
fall to the ground..............

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His longing
Held him captive
To your beauty.
Your eyes 
Matched only by the cosmos
Of the night sky.
Your lips that bloomed
Like a red red rose.
Your hair silky
And soft
Like that of a petal.
Your voice greater than a mocking birds.
Without trying
You'd stole his heart
And as his vision blurred
For all who paled to you
You gave your heart to another
Whose demons
Danced with your devil....

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MASKED BALL – THE QUESTION

Maddening the music
In exotic minor key
Those ornate, blinding masks
That cherished memory

Scented the ambiance
Obscurely lit the hall
Rococo baroque and splendid
In period costume all

Which of them my goddess
My lady Persephony
All appear enchanting
Which enchantress she?

Will she our tryst remember
That October night’s repose
The special autumn’s moonlight
The wine, the red, red rose?...

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Like Ogden I dwell on llamas or lamas. 
Like Yeats I'm too too morose. 
My rhymes are more like Thomas 
And too little of the red red rose. 
\Like Shakespeare methinks too much; 
Like Dickinson I'm so so morbid 
And, of course, like Dylan a total lush 
And always much too torpid. 
\So like Coleridge's albatross 
An Thayer's Casey-at-the-bat 
I'll have to hope my thoughts will cross 
The grey matter just below your hat....

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To Dr Santosh Bakaya

On some sunny day
When it's Spring ,
Let's, you and I, 
Have a long literary discourse 
At the altitudinous airy balcony 
Of my country side cottage. 
Outside is heard in air-- musical buzzing of bees, 
Sparrows chirping --in the wall side trees;
Inside we discuss 'My Love is like a Red Red Rose ' and ' Dust of Snow ' ,
Having freshly baked cornbread 
With slow sips of hot Kashmiri tea....

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What is the recipe for love?
A red, red rose or turtle dove?
The clasping of a small white glove,
or from above, or from above?

How can we know when true love starts?
Is it outside or in our hearts,
or from fey Cupid's shooting darts,
or fits and starts, or fits and starts?

How do we attain our life's dream?
Is it through gentleness or steam,
or maybe nefarious scheme?
What is the theme? What is the theme?...

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Like Ogden I dwell on llamas or lamas. 
Like Yeats I'm too too morose. 
My rhymes are more like Thomas 
And too little of the red red rose. 
\Like Shakespeare methinks too much; 
Like Dickinson I'm so so morbid 
And, of course, like Dylan a total lush 
And always much too torpid. 
\So like Coleridge's albatross 
And Thayer's Casey-at-the-bat 
I'll have to hope my thoughts will cross 
The grey matter just below your hat....

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Red, Red, Red is my Rose,
in a glass bowl it sits.
On a plain table, round and brown.
darkening bit by bit.

Bright, Bright, Bright is the sun,
brightening as it grows.
Up in the blue, sky so high
A shadow to my Red Rose.

Dark, Dark, Darkened to black,
The petals all start to fall
onto the table, round and brown.
No longer bare at all.

The round, brown table no longer bare,
sits in a relative peace.
The rose petals fallen, sweetly, neatly
My Red Rose, Limp and Deceased....

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GARDEN OF DELIGHT
 
                    overture concluded
                the emerald curtain rises –
                      a summer garden
                 two sing their devotion
            she with a red rose in her hair




                         time stops!
            within a garden of delight
                    my red   red rose
               i offered on one knee
            In mem’ry has come to life


                         Dave Austin...

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It was long ago in the moonlight 
the stars were silver and gold
the sand was silk beneath our feet 
as the wind from the sea blew cold

one sweet sad kiss was our last goodbye
a red rose fell from your hand
for i see it again in a thousand dreams 
bright petals lye there on the sand

it was long ago in the moonlight
how fast times river flows
magic the moment that never returns
when love was a red red rose.


By;Kerry Singleton
For Petals in the wind comp
Gail Angel Doyle
15-2-2013...

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