#violetsareblue - Hello Poetry

Roses are red Violets are blue Sunshine pulses down Like my heart beats for you Red like my love Blue like your absence Pulsing like a heartbeat That I would give for you in an instant Roses are red Violets are blue I wonder if you notice me Like I notice you Red like my blood Which for you I’d gladly bleed Blue like my tears Which for you I’d cry freely Roses are red Violets are blue I hope you love me Because I love you

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Apr 24

Apr 24, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC

BleedingHearts

Roses Are Red

Roses are red Violets are blue Sunshine pulses down Like my heart beats for you Red like my love Blue like your absence Pulsing like a heartbeat That I would give for you in an instant Roses are red Violets are blue I wonder if you notice me Like I notice you Red like my blood Which for you I’d gladly bleed Blue like my tears Which for you I’d cry freely Roses are red Violets are blue I hope you love me Because I love you

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Roses are red. Violets are blue. Both are now withered black, and dead. Much like my love for you.

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Feb 14, 2021

Feb 14, 2021 at 8:34 PM UTC

Him

Withered.

Roses are red. Violets are blue. Both are now withered black, and dead. Much like my love for you.

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I shed, Like petals, That floated to the hard earth, And was called words, That dug in, Deeper then the deepest, Of thorns, Because roses hold, the beauty, But shield the pain, In vines like veins, We see there stronger, Then the delicate outlines, We have been accustomed to, But one thing, He didn't care to notice, Her eyes were not blue, Like the violets, Her eyes were a brown, Of coffee stains, And Bibles, Where words really did hurt, Because they oppressed, Telling us it's okay, To be different, If we separate the blue eyed, From the browned, But him not noticing, The color of her eyes, Is like as if Ah wanted him, And every man to point out, That they had different colors, Of skin, That he thought, they were example enough, Of how these word and names, Hurt, But will not be, A belief , For roses are red as violets blue, And I may love you, But you have be stabbed, Bleed red blood, By hateful names, Because brown eyes, aren't blue, But I still loved you.

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May 6, 2015

May 6, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC

GodDamnItCat

Roses bleed red, eyes not blue, but I still love you.

I shed, Like petals, That floated to the hard earth, And was called words, That dug in, Deeper then the deepest, Of thorns, Because roses hold, the beauty, But shield the pain, In vines like veins, We see there stronger, Then the delicate outlines, We have been accustomed to, But one thing, He didn't care to notice, Her eyes were not blue, Like the violets, Her eyes were a brown, Of coffee stains, And Bibles, Where words really did hurt, Because they oppressed, Telling us it's okay, To be different, If we separate the blue eyed, From the browned, But him not noticing, The color of her eyes, Is like as if Ah wanted him, And every man to point out, That they had different colors, Of skin, That he thought, they were example enough, Of how these word and names, Hurt, But will not be, A belief , For roses are red as violets blue, And I may love you, But you have be stabbed, Bleed red blood, By hateful names, Because brown eyes, aren't blue, But I still loved you.

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They say Tiptoe through the tulips But where did they say Smash through The violets That are blue Like my heart Or the roses That are red Like the blood Pouring out. When did they say Make sure to crush The sunflowers Once golden Like my future But tiptoe Through the tulips Heavens forbid They come to harm.

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC

thepoliticalpoet

Tiptoe Through the Tulips

They say Tiptoe through the tulips But where did they say Smash through The violets That are blue Like my heart Or the roses That are red Like the blood Pouring out. When did they say Make sure to crush The sunflowers Once golden Like my future But tiptoe Through the tulips Heavens forbid They come to harm.

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