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Annika J Jan 2019
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Marshmallow factories
Are covered in goo

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Not all of these
Are going to rhyme

Roses are red
Violets are purple
Whoever wrote that
Was an idiot

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My favorite is Discord
Who used to be Q

Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you count in binary
You'll never have 2

Roses are red
Violets are blue
MEEP

Roses are red
Violets are blue, da ba dee da ba daa...

Roses are black
Violets are black
Everything is black
I'm Batman

Roses are blue
Violets are red
Something is wrong
With my head

The Math section is red
Social Studies is blue
I have too much homework
I want to cry

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Please don't get stuck
In the spilled glue

Roses are purple
Violets are green
I'm just here revving
My limousine

Roses are red
They have thorns
Don't touch them

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I want to turn this
Into a haiku

Roses are crimson
Violets are the fairest blue
And so fair are you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
That was pretty good
For being written on the fly

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Ridiculous Inflatable
Swan Thing

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I need to sleep
No

you are so And
sweet is Sugar
blue are Violets
red are Roses

Roses are red
Violets are blue
There is no try
Do not or do

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Dab on those haters

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Think I'll paint them
On my shoe

Roses are red, dilly dilly
Violets are blue
Is this copyrighted, dilly dilly
I have no clue

Lavender's blue
Lavender's green
I store my sanity
In a canteen

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm too cynical
And yet too cheesy

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Spellcheck doesn't know meep?!?

Roses are rosy
Violets are violet
I want to be
A submarine pilot

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Something something
Pikachu

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Illuminati
They're watching you

Gryffindor's red
Ravenclaw's blue
WHY IS IT AN EAGLE
NOT A RAVEN

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Be mine
I'm desperate

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don't want romance
Stop asking

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm running low on ideas
We're almost through

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
Don't eat too much

Roses are red
Never mind
Life's too short
Eat all the sugar you can find

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You're still here?
Good job you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Happy Valentines Day
Bye
Co-written by some of my family members.
Roses are red Violets are blue.
Nothing in this crazy world could keep me from loving you.
Roses are red Violets are blue, the sun shows this good looks, but true good looks is in you. Roses are red violets are blue, I've never met anyone as hot as you! It make me think chilli is hot and so are you!
Roses are red violets are blue, I never knew love until I found you!

Roses are red Violets are blue. My life would be HELL! If I didn’t have you in my arms.
Roses are red violets are blue, I'm the one who'll make all your dreams come true! Cause you are making all my dreams come true too!

Roses are red violets are blue, Sugar is sweet and so are you! Roses are red violets are blue, I feel so lost without you in my mind and soul! Roses are red violets are blue. Don’t cast me away cause “I love you!” But I know you will not cast me away ways. Roses are red violets are blue, These lips can't wait to kiss you again and again!

Roses are red violets are blue. I love you and finally this is so true!! Roses are red violets are blue, I'd do anything to be with you!
Roses are red violets are blue, I'd rather be spending my time with you! Roses are red violets are blue, I ain't never gonna love no-one more than you! Roses are red violets are blue, My heart is badly broken without you!
Roses are red violets are blue, I love you for everything you do!

Roses are red violets are blue, lets shear this day together, and sing and scream YAAAY!! Roses are red violets are blue. I just can’t stop keep myself from thinking of you.

AND!!
Roses are red violets are blue, I don't want no-one if I can't have you!
Roses are red violets are blue, there's only one-way to say this, but “I LOVE YOU!”

Cause Roses are red violets are blue!
AND

I will be by your side until my heart is black and blue!!
Blckstr Jan 2018
Roses are red;
Violets are blue
But nothing is bluer
Than my heart without “You."

Roses are red;
Violets are blue
The tears I shed
Were because of you.

Roses are red;
Violets are blue
My heart had bled
With a tragic hue.

Roses are red;
Violets are blue
My love was sacred
And I gave it to you.

Roses are red;
Violets are blue
And you just wasted
My love so true.

Roses are red;
Violets are blue
Leaving me wrecked
Did not make you rue.

Roses are red;
Violets are blue
All of our flowers
Lost its hue.

Roses are red;
Violets are blue
My life is gone
And so are you.

Roses are red;
Violets are blue
You are the sin
That I love to do.

Roses are red;
Violets are blue
I can now see nothing
But the bluest blue.

Roses are red;
Violets are blue
I hope I can find
The way back to you.

Roses are red;
Violets are blue
I hope I can see again
Your beautiful hue.

Because roses are red
And violets are blue
But nothing is bluer
Than my heart without “You.”
Lol
SexySloth Apr 2013
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Corpse's in the fridge,
Mum smells it too?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Get punched in the eye,
Don't kick me back too.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I really like you.
Oh you don't? I said
Mbluhchuckschmoobs.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Zebras being all high, riding giraffes
They think they're so cool

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
When thirsty,
don't drink the water in the loo.


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Pardon me dear, but
STOP CALLING VIOLETS BLUE

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Boy you're got to like me so much
To read this whole poem through.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I say whatever I think
And don't care about you

Roses are red,
I am so bland,
Violets are blue,
This really makes no sense.

Roses are red,
Why is everyone talking about roses?
Violets are blue,
Oh great, violets are blue again. Jesus.

Roses are blue,
Violets are red,
I want to be different,
^See what the above statement says.
Ahmad Cox Feb 2011
At the last minute of Valentines
I got my honey
A bunch of roses so she won't **** me
At the last minute of Valentines
I got my honey
2 box of chocolates
A bunch of roses
So my honey won't **** me
At the last minute of Valentines
I got my honey
3 diamond rings
2 box of chocolates
A bunch of roses
So my honey won't **** me
At the last minute of Valentines
I got my honey
4 sets of earrings
3 diamond rings
2 box of chocolates
A bunch of roses
So my honey won't **** me
At the last minute of Valentines
I got my honey
5 mercedes benz
4 sets of earrings
3 diamond rings
2 box of chocolates
A bunch of roses
So my honey won't **** me
At the last minute of Valentines
I got my honey
6 roundtrip vacations
5 mercedes benz
4 sets of earrings
3 diamond rings
2 box of chocolates
A bunch of roses
So my honey won't **** me
At the last minute of Valentines
I got my honey
7 maids a waiting
6 roundtrip vacations
5 mercedes benz
4 sets of earrings
3 diamond rings
2 box of chocolates
A bunch of roses
So my honey won't **** me
At the last minute of Valentines
I got my honey
8 new yachts
7 maids a waiting
6 roundtrip vacations
5 mercedes benz
4 sets of earrings
3 diamond rings
2 box of chocolates
A bunch of roses
So my honey won't **** me
At the last minute of Valentines
I got my honey
9 airplanes flying
8 new yachts
7 maids a waiting
6 roundtrip vacations
5 mercedes benz
4 sets of earrings
3 diamond rings
2 box of chocolates
A bunch of roses
So my honey won't **** me
At the last minute of Valentines
I got my honey
10,000 dollars
9 new airplanes
8 new yachts
7 maids a waiting
6 roundtrip vacations
5 mercedes benz
4 sets of earrings
3 diamond rings
2 box of chocolates
A bunch of flowers
So my honey won't **** me
At the last minute of Valentines
I got my honey
11 new purses
10,000 dollars
9 airplanes flying
8 new yachts
7 maids a waiting
6 roundtrip vacations
5 mercedes benz
4 sets of earrings
3 diamond rings
2 box of chocolates
A bunch of roses
So my honey won't **** me
The last thing I got that truly broke me
12 different houses
11 new purses
10,000 dollars
9 airplanes flying
8 new yachts
7 maids a waiting
6 roundtrip vacations
5 mercedes benz
4 sets of earrings
3 diamond rings
2 box of chocolates
A bunch of roses
After this she better marry me
This parody is set to The 12 Days of Christmas
Maxine Rife Oct 2013
Roses are pink.... for love
Roses are blue....for power

My favorite flower is powerful

Roses are yellow...for my shinyday
roese are green....for earthday

My favorite is wonderful

Roses are purple.....for Central
Roses are white.....for white

My favorite is magnificent

Roses are orange....for healthyness
Roses are red...for love

My favorite flower is Fantastic

Roses are me..part of my heart
Roses are pretty awesome
Roses are multi- color for my emotions
Emily Aug 2019
I wanted to give her roses.
I wanted to call her mine.
My very sweet grandma.
My weak old grandma, mine.

She had a special garden.
We never were allowed to pick.
But then she wanted roses.
So we tried to take.

She was very willing,
She was very kind.
When she needed roses
We all went to find.

I wanted to give her roses,
But then I had to leave.
I wish I have her roses,
But they took her away from me.

All she wanted was roses,
Only a bouquet,
But we couldn't find them.
So we had to leave.

Roses. Roses.
We left to find them
Roses. Roses.
Know that I love you still.

-3nwlry
I had a dream about this awhile ago. I dreamt my grandmother needed an oxygen tank. This was months ago. Now she has one.
Blue Mar 2018
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
but according to what I learned in science about how light works...
That's not really true...
You see, when light hits something,
say a leaf, it looks green.
But in reality it's every colour but the one you see.

Roses are green
Violets are green
The amount of vivid colours in this garden made me throw up.

Roses are red,
violets are red,
I lit my garden on fire.

Roses are blue
Violets are red
What are colours again?

Roses are red,
violets are red,
someone killed my cat.

Roses are yellow,
Violets are purple,
I think I might be colourblind.

Roses are grey,
Violets are also grey,
woof.

Roses are dead.
Violets are dead.
I'm a horrible gardener...

My name is Dave,
Roses are Paul,
It hurt my head,
when I walked into that wall.
The poet's guide to weirdly dark roses are red poems.
All of these are 100% original... except for the last one... one of my friends wrote it.
Buzz Feb 2014
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Candies are sweet
But not as sweet as you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Candies are junkfood
So, it is unhealthy for you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Too much of 'you'
Diabetes may take due

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Eventhough you are sweet
Doesn't mean I have fallen for you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
There are many fishes in the ocean
And ***** animals in the zoo

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I prefer bread than candy
At least they give me more energy for the business I do

Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you haven't notice
I'm done of you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Love is a complicated mystery
To solve it, there is no clue
Corey Glasper Feb 2012
Roses are red.
 
Violets are blue.
 
I never thought I'd meet a girl a great as you.
 
 
Roses are red.
 
Most grass is green.
 
You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen.
 
 
Roses are red.
 
Dirt is brown.
 
I just might die if I see you frown.
 
 
Roses are red.
 
Lemons are yellow.
 
I know for a fact I'm the luckiest fellow.
 
 
Roses are red.
 
My heart is red too.
 
Not near as red as my cheeks when I give it to you. 
 
 
Roses are red.
 
Purple and orange are hard to Rhyme. 
 
I'd prefer to think of you...better way to spend time. 
 
 
Roses are red. 
 
We'll say the stars are white. 
 
But compared to you they'll never be as bright. 
 
 
Roses are red. 
 
The night is black. 
 
But you are my light to keep the night at my back.
 
 
So now we definitely know that roses are red. 
 
Now we definitely know you're amazing.  It's true. 
 
I think it's safe to say...that I love you.
Joshua Penrod Dec 2016
Roses roses rose
Smiling in all their secrets
Hidden in roses

"Roses Roses" -JP
Em MacKenzie Sep 2018
I'm the raindrops to your roses
I can drown you or make you grow,
and my shower always imposes
on the direction that you want to go.
I seem to only fall on to you
praying to assist you to become what you want to be,
but I'm banished when the skies turn blue
are you hoping that I will continue raining?

There's some things no one will ever understand
like why we carry a torch so long that it goes and burns our hand,
and it seems like nothing in this world goes as planned
but raindrops and roses live together within the land.

I'm the raindrops to your roses
I only try to add to your perfection,
and when a window opens; a door closes
but take my droplets as the purest affection.
I hope to never weigh your petals down
I want to assist in making each a wing,
but I can keep pouring until we all drown
but roses are seasonal with only summer and spring.

There's some things no one will ever understand
like why we give away the things so highly in demand,
and even when ripped apart; together we still band,
'cause raindrops and roses live forever within the land.

I'm the raindrops to your roses
I only try to give you strength,
but alone you smell sweet to all the noses
but only my eyes are blind to your thorn's length.
I only come to show you your own beauty,
though I doubt you'd ever see that strong shade of red.
Whereas I'm transparent; you can see right through me
sometimes I wish I could be the sun to your roses instead.
rhbee Jan 2014
Glad Roses . . .
I can fix sad roses . . ., she says

And her smile confirms
Like rain on the earth
That indeed sad roses
Is familiar turf.

But it’s not so easy
This task in my mind
The world with its roses
Is definitely blind.

They’re scentless you see
And sad for that reason
These roses I give
No matter the season.

So it isn’t the wilt from
Stem to the hilt
Nor the mad range of
Colors that drives me so sad.

But the lack of a scent
And the image it recalls
That hammers at my heart,
Raises my walls.

I can fix sad roses

Her smile supposes . . .

As she arrays them in a vase
Then turns and pauses
At the frown she can see
Is still on my face.

So she takes my hand and
Pulls me in a way
That suggests dancing
As we begin to sway.

And it’s then that my senses
Pick up the scent
Of timeless embraces
And memories well spent.

I can fix sad roses.
I can here her voice murmur . . .

And her smile is my smile
As we waltz down the aisle

And the laughter we hear
Is from a child at play

Or a family gathered
At the end of the day.

And the roses are real
Red, white, and yellow
And the music is moving
And her touch smooth and mellow.


And its night on our porch swing
In a light breeze
And the roses are shadows . . .
With a backdrop of trees.
Emily Sep 2019
I wanted to give her roses.
I wanted to call her mine.
My very sweet grandma.
My weak old grandma, mine.

She had a special garden.
We never were allowed to pick.
But then she wanted roses.
So we tried to take.

She was very willing,
She was very kind.
When she needed roses
We all went to find.

I wanted to give her roses,
But then I had to leave.
I wish I have her roses,
But they took her away from me.

All she wanted was roses,
Only a bouquet,
But we couldn't find them.
So we had to leave.

Roses. Roses.
We left to find them
Roses. Roses.
Know that I love you still.

-3nwlry
I had a dream about this awhile ago. I dreamt my grandmother needed an oxygen tank. This was months ago. Now she has one.
Dylan JP Oct 2012
I watch the roses bleed
Dying slowly on the desk
I watch the roses bleed
Its the death of innocence
Bleeding, dying, decomposing
Lets watch the roses bleed
Be my witness
Be my friend
Lets watch the roses bleed
Innocence is fading
The pedals fall to the floor
I watch the roses bleeding
'Till innocence is no more
Now I live in darkness
Now the pedals lay on the floor
I watched the roses bleed
I watched the roses die
I saw the ghost of innocence
It flew up to the sky
Now the roses are done bleeding
Innocence is dead
I'll keep this moment forever
Locked up in my head
Dita H Apr 2015
Six roses for Sarah, she knew how to swim
In and out of you consciousness.
She had you all figured out.

Six roses for Sarah, she learned how to smile,
And take that smile farther than any human dared to go before.
She was made of stones.

Six roses for Sarah, she walked all through the land.
just to get here and be in your arms
She was fragile as glass

Six roses for Sarah, she learned to look
To see beyond this putrid and know the light.
She had blinded her eyes for the truth.

Six roses for Sarah, she sat waiting
Not stopping her love, it flowed like the Nile river.
She was breathless, but she is all breaths.

Six roses for Sarah,
You give them to her ten years late.
Lay them by her rest, by the mountains.
She loved too much.
Verson ces roses pres ce vin,
De ce vin verson ces roses,
Et boyvon l'un à l'autre, afin
Qu'au coeur noz tristesses encloses
Prennent en boyvant quelque fin.

La belle Rose du Printemps
Aubert, admoneste les hommes
Passer joyeusement le temps,
Et pendant que jeunes nous sommes
Esbatre la fleur de noz ans.

Tout ainsi qu'elle défleurit
Fanie en une matinée,
Ainsi nostre âge se flestrit,
Làs ! et en moins d'une journée
Le printemps d'un homme perit.

Ne veis-tu pas hier Brinon
Parlant, et faisant bonne chere,
Qui làs ! aujourd'huy n'est sinon
Qu'un peu de poudre en une biere,
Qui de luy n'a rien que le nom ?

Nul ne desrobe son trespas,
Caron serre tout en sa nasse,
Rois et pauvres tombent là bas :
Mais ce-pendant le temps se passe
Rose, et je ne te chante pas.

La Rose est l'honneur d'un pourpris,
La Rose est des fleurs la plus belle,
Et dessus toutes a le pris :
C'est pour cela que je l'appelle
La violette de Cypris.

La Rose est le bouquet d'Amour,
La Rose est le jeu des Charites,
La Rose blanchit tout au tour
Au matin de perles petites
Qu'elle emprunte du Poinct du jour.

La Rose est le parfum des Dieux,
La Rose est l'honneur des pucelles,
Qui leur sein beaucoup aiment mieux
Enrichir de Roses nouvelles,
Que d'un or, tant soit precieux.

Est-il rien sans elle de beau ?
La Rose embellit toutes choses,
Venus de Roses a la peau,
Et l'Aurore a les doigts de Roses,
Et le front le Soleil nouveau.

Les Nymphes de Rose ont le sein,
Les coudes, les flancs et les hanches :
Hebé de Roses a la main,
Et les Charites, tant soient blanches,
Ont le front de Roses tout plein.

Que le mien en soit couronné,
Ce m'est un Laurier de victoire :
Sus, appellon le deux-fois-né,
Le bon pere, et le fàison boire
De ces Roses environné.

Bacchus espris de la beauté
Des Roses aux fueilles vermeilles,
Sans elles n'a jamais esté,
Quand en chemise sous les treilles
Beuvoit au plus chaud de l'Esté.
Äŧül Apr 2013
Come to a garden of roses with me,
Serene it is fuller with roses to see,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

We shall not try to pluck any roses,
For the thorns dissuade any poses,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

We can't sit guarding the flowers,
Very busy in our mini lives we're,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

I'll set-up a flaming ring of fire,
Seeking fine protection for them,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.


Let's care for the roses as if our,
As if our little & young children,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

To help us get them blue & red,
Give them all suitable nutrition,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.

Their presence is eye-pleasing,
We let them be in our garden,
They are here,
For you & me,
But just to see.
***************************************
My HP Poem #178
© Atul Kaushal
cassandra garate May 2012
through the roses petals, the rose saw love for the first time.
it saw a awkward man holding it to the girl who had looked happy and was beautiful in body and mind.
the girl held it delicately to the roses' delight,
and it was bathed in her beautiful light.
through the roses petals, it saw the pure, happy relationship between the man and his wife,
it saw them cherishing their life.
the time they spent together was cherished and the awkward man opened up to her, not like the first time the rose laid eyes on him.
the light and love in his eyes never dimmed.
through the roses petals, it watched the girl,
who seemed like the man was her whole world.
the light and beauty of her smile never seemed to fade,
and it seems like when she was with him, she was in a daze.
through the roses petals, it saw them getting older,
and still the love between them still strong, the kind that many desired.
their love kept strong through good and bad,
it was something that some people could ever had.
through the roses petals on its final days,
the girl was in bed, very sick but her eyes never losing their beauty or daze.
it saw the man sitting by her side with concern in his eyes,
as the rose dies.
through the roses petals, it saw the man lay by the girls side,
he was also sick and both of them were going to die.
as the rose shed his last petal,
the last thing the rose saw was the couple.
the couple knew they were going to die but nothing separated them,
as the rose shed its last petal, so did the couple, who held each others hands as they breathed their last breath.
the last days of the rose's life, it saw them stay together even in death.
MAJD S Aug 2013
Ow lover of roses,
I can't sweep through your phone
Because your phone is full of thorns
Ow lover of roses,
I can't sweep through your phone
Because your phone is full of thorns
I can't look into your screen,
Find eyes that are not mine; next to yours
Not in twine.
I can't look at texts and hearts
When hearts take us back to starts
Of what we had
And what we have
And what we will have
Is nothing but post modern art;
Little bits of writings
And rhymings that don’t rhyme because my heart cant keep a beat
And my beats cant keep up with your schedule.
Ow lover of roses
I can't see the red in your pedals
I just envision me pedaling away;
I can't see the red in your tender touches
I witness the tender touches caressing the redness off of someone else's eyes;
I can't;
See you and me in a room,
Talking about nothing
Yet infesting in void conversations about the nothingness of what we got
I can't;
See the tips of teeth when you smile
I can see the tips of teeth when you're truculent;
Trucks,
Exiting and transiting
Through my arteries
While I'm sitting
And spitting
Lame poetry
As you snap chats with shots of nonchalant lens-like tentacles,
Rapped round around the sound of dust
My heart is echoing
Following a path you've set.
Ow lover of roses
Cried the lonely man
In a so lonesome night,
As he looks at the stars and moon
Realize the missing lines
And the misinterpreted patterns
To pattern Saturn with Venus and Mars down to earth;
Proving pitiful love-like lures
Luring man since birth.
Ow lover of roses,
Roses in the shape of smarties or sandals
Or chocolate cakes with no candles
I cant handle,
The scent you send with roses that bend
To fall in my hand
And end up plucked in the end.
"Ow Lover of Roses" is initially a song by Soumaya Baalbaki an Arab singer, yet covered by a yet more modern artist "Mike Massy" which led to this peice. Song link here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrorD54jHVw
MKF Oct 2014
I don't want roses
To celebrate,
Nor when you've done something wrong.
I don't want roses
As a token of love,
I'd rather a song.
I don't want roses,
They cost way too much.
I don't want roses
Because they create such a fuss.
I don't want roses,
They come with thorns.
I don't want roses,
They don't say enough.
I don't want roses,
I'd rather have weeds.
I don't want roses
My dear,
Your love is all I need.
For Trevor
S Nov 2014
I paint the roses with my sorrow
Those may see and not feel
Once, twice, thrice goes my brush as I paint the roses
You may see my plastered grin and be fooled
But only my roses know the truth
This poem may seem meaningless
Or the reader may see past
Perhaps my roses are not alone
As the petals fall
My roses are not the only things breaking
Joined at the hip
My roses weep, so frail
I now know
Why roses are red
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday
and we are red as blood.

hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday
and we bloom wher soldiers fell
and lovers too,
and the snake at the word.

hooray say the roses, darkness comes
all at once, like lights gone out,
the sun leaves dark continents
and rows of stone.

hooray say the roses, cannons and spires,
birds, bees, bombers, today is Friday
the hand holding a medal out the window,
a moth going by, half a mile an hour,
hooray hooray
hooray say the roses
we have empires on our stems,
the sun moves the mouth:
hooray hooray hooray
and that is why you like us.
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
  With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
  It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.

I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
  ‘I wonder,’ I say, ‘who the owner of those is.’
‘Oh, no one you know,’ she answers me airy,
  ‘But one we must ask if we want any roses.’

So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
  There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
  And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.

‘Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?’
  ’Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
‘Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
  ’Tis summer again; there’s two come for roses.

‘A word with you, that of the singer recalling—
  Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
  And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.’

We do not loosen our hands’ intertwining
  (Not caring so very much what she supposes),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
  And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.
Mary Rios Nov 2018
The girl in black has a crown of white roses on her hair...it makes her stand out in her own way...
The girl in black has a crown of white roses on her hair...to her it resembles the small beauty she sees in herself...
The girl in black has a crown of white roses on her hair...as beautiful as they are, to her it showed how lovin n gentle she can be...
The girl in black has a crown of white roses on her hair...her smile is as beautiful as the roses on her hair but her eyes full of tears as a rain cloud...
The girl in black has a crown of white roses on her hair...she sings out to those she trusts, they say her singin is beautiful...
The girl in black has a crown of white roses on her hair...she loves the company of her friends but sometimes its loneliness she desires...
The girl in black has a crown of white roses on her hair...says thank you to all who read this poem n enjoy it, she worked hard to make it as beautiful as it sounds as u read it
Carolyne McNabb Sep 2016
Roses are red.
Violets are violet.
The trouble with that,
roses aren't always red.
They can be white
or black, blue, yellow,
pink, orange, you name it.
Roses aren't always red.
And we shouldn't expect them to be.
I made that mistake, you know.
I only expected red roses.
But then a beautiful violet rose found me.
I held it close despite the
thorns that pricked my side.
I can't explain the remorse I feel
when I think about all the colorful roses
I must have overlooked because of pride.
And how long my own violet rose
must have been waiting, silent...

Roses are red.
And violets are violet.
Yes they can be,
but don't forget
all the wonderful colors in between.
neo Aug 2018
Red like the dress you wore when I first met you.
You were beautiful.
And you still are.

Roses are red.
Red like the lipstick which stained my cheek the first time you kissed me.
And all other times you did.

Roses are red.
Red like the sky
when you said goodbye.
Or like the dry eyes
I had every time I cried.

Roses are red.
Red as the blood that stained the silver bullet which pierced through your skin.
Roses are red.
Red like the heart that shattered into a million, countless fractals for you.

Roses are red.

As you lie in your hospital bed, dead, never coming back.
You won't come back.
You can't come back.

Roses are red like the one I'm holding, tightly
I don't care if I get hurt.
I don't care if the sharp thorns pierce through my fragile skin the way the bullet shattered all what could've and what would've been's.
All I want is for you to come back.
I want you to come back.
I need you to come back.
Please come back.
Please.

Roses are red.
And will always be red.
Always for you.
roses are red
Justin Griego Jan 2011
Left to surmise
My surprise
Bouquet of Roses
Love devise
Soul remise
Two single Roses
Your device
My demise
Dozen throned Roses
Your disguise
Heart excise
Petal felled Roses
Anger arise
Hate comprise
Black-tipped Roses
Left to surmise
My surprise
*Bouquet of Roses
(H-AP)
Little Bear Jun 2016
I remember a time when he would come home.

And i remember that, you must stand at the door and welcome him home like you are happy, don't forget to be happy.
Tea was always ready and the house would be clean and tidy because it should be, you wanted it to be, and woe betide you if it wasn't.
And then, when tea was finished, he wanted his beer and the tv on
and now you mustn't talk because you shouldn't.
So the kitchen was tidied and everything was just so..
you mustn't forget to make it just so.
But you know the time is coming where the beer is all gone and the match would be lost and the anger would flare.
That's when you want to become invisible but you can't
because he needs to punch something and well..
you're as good as any door.
So after the room was cleaned up and the broken glasses and lip was put away, it was time for bed..
And you can't pretend to be asleep because that doesn't count
as a no.

Thankfully there was a little glow in the dark star on the ceiling you could look up at and wish upon it that you weren't in this room, in this bed right now. I think the people who lived there before left it behind. I knew that if i moved i would take it with me.

And the need to run was immense. But there was no where to go and nobody knew and, after all, it was the way of things, don't complain.. it could be worse.. remember that.. it could be worse.. he said.

I often dreamed of a tiny little bed all of my own with fairy lights and my own place to put my books, but that would have to wait as now is not the time to think of such a silly notion. Stupid ***** that you are.

And so each and every night, i painted the roses red.. so i didn't loose my head.

And running wasn't really an option because, contrary to popular opinion, that is harder than you think.. after all... this was normal and... this is just what happens and... this is just one of those things and... **** it up buttercup, now clean the house again you stupid ****.

And in the gaslighting, which burned very bright, you would have enough of a glow to paint the roses red.
Perfectly red, everyday they would have to be red.

And life carried on for years like this and my friend, the little glow in the dark star and i were the only ones who knew what 'behind closed doors' really meant.

Inevitably children were born into this world of mine, and you can't say no to no contraception, because the need to see his fertility bloom was the most important thing in the world.
Most important.

But i was indeed blessed with more than an armful of joy.

And so we all painted the roses red and in time, we all wondered, which one of us would loose our head.

We moved house and the years passed as they normally do with various reasons to run and threats that made us stay.
But you never run..  because now he might **** you all,
and not just you.
If it was just you, you wouldn't have minded so much...

So we moved house and the little glow in the dark star came along too. It was placed near the light fitting over the bed and i put my finger to my lips and said 'shhh' as i stuck it to the ceiling.
But we knew.

And so, for a few more years you carry the weight of the world, the little secret, and a heart full of love, and begin painting the roses red with your children.
And now you definitely can't leave and you can't run because they might loose their heads and now, now you might have to watch.. while you get to keep yours.

And then a tide turned, well, four tides turned, and damage was being done that my love could not repair.
And that is when i had to be brave and i had to do what i should have done many years before.
I was conditioned to suffer along side and this was normal.
Not that any of that is an excuse.
And although i knew it wasn't right, i knew it was normal.. for me.

A contradiction if ever there was.

But my love for my children will always be far greater, greater than my love for any one else could ever be. Even if it was their flesh and blood.
And him saying we couldn't leave now did not count as a no.
But we didn't leave.
We made him pack his things and go. We had found safety in numbers, we all stood and were counted, we exposed only what secrets needed to be told.
The rest we keep for ourselves.
He never said sorry and he left. And never came back.

So we kept some of the red paint and we added orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. And we painted all of our roses any **** colour we wanted to. Including ourselves.

And I took down the little glow in the dark star, it had seen far too much and probably needed therapy :o)  

And we will live happily forever after.
Oh so very simplified. All i know is, you do what you have to to get by, and when the tide turns.. do what you must.
I'm the thorn between the roses
The outcast
But I love the misfits
The thorns

But they think that were the roses
Black roses
And they're the thorns
We are a black rose society

And the black roses sing into my mind
And my soul shivers at the beautiful rhythm
As it penetrates my heart
And sends goosebumps through out my long arms

The same arms that I pick the roses with
But I cant keep them because they are a sweet reminder
That even the prettiest things are always dark
And that eventually we all wither away and die

Weather it be slow and painful
Or quick and painless
Deaths long, bony fingers
Finds his way around everybody's sorry neck in the end

Black roses like black things
They are attracted to dark people
And our own dark monstrous souls,
We are monsters weather we choose it or not

We are all capable of seeing the truth
Some just cover their eyes
But I sense the sickness inside of people
When they can't even see it themselves

I will not be blinded by what people want me to see
They lie to us by painting the roses a bright and cheerful color
But if you wipe away the paint
We're all a black rose.
Whiskurz Oct 2012
You said to stop and smell the roses
Each time you pass them by
Don't be in such a hurry
For even roses have to die

A fragrance like no other
A smell your senses consume
A drop of love from up above
A little of Heaven's perfume

It's the flower of perfection
That its stem so gently adorns
Its petals hold such beauty
That they're guarded by its thorns

You said to stop and smell the roses
And for twenty years I've tried
I'm no longer in a hurry
Without you by my side

The roses are a part of me
Knowing the joy they gave
So I stop and smell the roses
As I place them on your grave
Shelby Lynn Mar 2014
roses are red, violets are blue
sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you
now the roses have wilted, the violets dead
the sugar bowl's empty, and my wrist are stained red,
the sun isn't shining, the skies aren't clear
there's no silver lining, cause your no longer here
rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight
your laying there frozen, so far from the light
your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun
but time cant be turned, nor your actions undone
the words that you wrote, which only I read
"I love you so much; please don't cry when I'm dead"
a bond that we formed, a love that ran deep
a pain that we shared, a friend I could keep
I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes
been there the moment you said you goodbye
I want to forget but most times I don't
I want to let go but I know I wont
tears on my face, memories burned in my head
the roses have wilted, the violets are dead
I didn't write this, I just wanted to share.
Janal Rajput Apr 7
We tried to grow red roses;

But they were rotten from root, out of place,

In a colorful meadow we once called our own,

When you left me, running away without a trace,


We tried to grow red roses;

Maybe they would have bloomed, had you stayed,

But I doubt it, your thumb is as green as your heart,

Instead you left me to rejuvenate your rot and decay,


We tried to grow red roses;

But the seeds hadn't a chance, you knew from the start,

Emotionally unavailable gardeners reap what they sew,

I found many fields, where you also crossed your heart,


We tried to grow red roses;

Talking other gardener's into broken and cracked promises,

Already planning on your next field to seed rot through,

Heinz-sight exposed your compromises to excuses,


We tried to grow red roses;

But they are nothing but ash and grey dust in the wind,

See my garden now comes with fences and lie detectors,

To detect liars like you, throwing them in my compost bin,


I will regrow those red roses;

So they bloom brilliantly, they will shake in effervescence,

With both of my gentle hands, without your green heart,

So they know a love that is constant and not just convenient,


I will regrow those red roses;

So that I can learn to love my garden again, in all its glory,

Not one just filled with roses but bluebells, daffodils, violets,

And when you come back, Gaze upon me with green envy.
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
@--\-----

She stood in mama's kitchen
at the table by the door.
Blue plastic roses
their vase broken on the floor.
He said he was leavin'
bought a bottle at the store...
Now daddy's gone
won't be commin' back no more.

(chorus)
Blue plastic roses
put together with some glue
Blue plastic roses
my oh my, how time done flew
Blue plastic roses
no longer bright, no longer new
Blue plastic rose
She's still waiting where they grew


She sits at the table
places set with cheap champagne.
He's not coming over
and she's alone again
Blue plastic roses
their petals cracked and stained
Placed on the TV
the memory remains.

(chorus)

The undertaker paid.
The gravedigger gone.
She left this rotten world
She wasn't all that strong.
Can we reverse the clock?
It just ticks on and on
The damage was too great
no way to right the wrong

Blue plastic roses
set down before her stone
Blue plastic roses
haphazard set upon the loam
Blue plastic roses
hear the wind in the pines groan
Blue plastic rose
now she's really all alone

Now shes really all alone.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/21/2015
Bluesy country song.

I must go off site a while
I'll read more when I get back

@--\-----
Roses are red, violets are purple
And these roses stink so bad
Even humming birds fly away
The bees don't want the pollen
Poor Roses forgot who they are
Violets forgot their purpose
And you walked all over them

Now that they are gone you cry
Missing the difference in them
What made them special to you
The stench of their inner perfume
The one thing you hated the most
They were there for you to walk on
They chased away all the bees
Just so you would not be afraid
Would not let the humming birds
Sip their nectar that was for you
The redness an purple for you
To get noticed by you only
They were there for you alone

Roses are red, violets are purple
And these roses stink so bad
Even humming birds fly away
The bees don't want the pollen
Roses know who they are for
Violets live up to their purpose
And you walked all over them
DAEJR Apr 2014
Dye the ***** water with contaminates:
                         Blue #1,
                                                  and Sucralose, too.

Bend over to spray
                         the rotting road-**** with perfume.

Perfect the recipe
                         for what was fleshed and fruited
                                                  from animals and plants.

Photoshop the starved and diseased
                         with smiles
                                                  and beautiful bodies.

Clothe the *****
                         with lingerie, with heels,
                                                  and with stones.

Paint the roses red.
                         We paint the white roses red.
                                                  We’re painting the white roses red!

— The End —