#roses poems on Hello Poetry

Shofi Ahmed 2d

Just one fleeting glance at you, yet the timeless Earth,
With the deep red roses, holds its breath in awe of your worth.
Daylight and twilight weave together, lost in your spell,
How could I ever describe your beauty? No words could tell.

Shape my heart as you will, so it mirrors your light,
A reflection of your endless grace, so pure, so bright.
See yourself, just once, through your own lovely eyes,
Just how stunningly beautiful you are—beyond the skies.

#timeless #earth #roses #daylight #twilight #beauty #grace #light #skies

dead poet 4d

bed of roses

a bed of roses;
ruffled polyester, scorned:
unlucky petals.

#haiku #poem #unrequited #passionate #roses #imagery #surreal #love #poetrycommunity

Abbott J Hardison 5d

The Rose Remembers

The rose remembers,
The dust from which it came.
I too remember,
The dust from which I came.
I remember blossoming,
From the bud I used to be.
And I remember winter,
I grew thorns that first frost.
I have memories,
From when I leaned constantly to a lover’s hand.
Because I too rose from dust,
And matured in cold months.
And soon I will drop my petals,
And I will perish,
Just to rise again,
Bearing wings like a phoenix.

Roses are my favorite flower, they are so beautiful, but they hurt to touch.

#roses #rising #remebering

Valentin Eni Dec 11

Happy, yet dead

Lay all your flowers out.
Lie on the bed where you made your vow
Gather the tears you shed
And say
“I will love you until I’m dead.”

Now we’re layin’ out all the white roses
And we’re tryin’ so hard not to cry
And the preacher starts his prayin’
Sayin’
“It’s all better in the sky.”

We laughed until we cried.
We took off all of our clothes
And swam one last time
And we drank to let it go
Locked arm in arm
And three sheets to the wind
Hope my God is a wine drinker

You said that you wanted me to be happy
And not to linger with regret
If you love me, let me go

Happy, happy, happy, yet dead

I don’t know how to make a link clickable or if I can share links here, but please follow the link to listen to a song created with these lyrics using Suno AI.
[Happy, yet dead by ~ROUK~]

https://suno.com/song/09b3556e-1cc4-480e-a791-e2ace544de02

#love #happy #death #roses #god #tears

Ember Nov 22

she's just like a rose

She's just like a rose,
with beauty that pales all others.
Her name, everyone knows,
Her praise, everyone utters.

with beauty that pales all others,
thorns hidden under the leaves.
Her praise, everyone utters,
a danger no one perceives.

thorns hidden under the leaves,
Her influence only spreads.
a danger no one perceives,
filling everyone's heads.

Her influence only spreads,
she waits like a beast in repose.
filling everyone’s heads,
she’s just like a rose.

Yes, the "beast in repose" bit was plucked from The Sharpest Lives by MCR.

#rose #roses

Pax Nov 12

temporary love

You smelled the roses
used them till Withered
and toss aside
for a new one
All you did was
temporary love.

You like new,
Young and
Shiny
But then again
You get bored
And opt
for a new one.
All you did was
temporary love.

You sing songs
Of love and
Praises
Yet you avoid
pain and Fear
of Risking it all
All you ever did was
Temporary love.

.... it was supposed to be a song but i can't bring out the melody....

#temporarylove #pax #love #roses #temporary #risk #new #bored #weathered

Jack Groundhog Nov 10

Rosehips

The last rose petals fall to the ground
leaving the rosehips bare
as autumn’s chill again comes around
to strip blooms that had been fair.
The rosehips have hairs all wiry and grey
that also break off, one by one.
Her color is gone, she fades away
until this rose lady’s season is done.
Her petals arrayed on frosty soil
decay gently in the cold rain
while in her hips, seeds are born
to bring forth new roses again.

#seasons #autumn #fall #flowers #roses #rebirth #aging #renewal #garden

MetaVerse Oct 24

Villanesque

I pick my nose
With all my fingers
And all my toes.

I sniff a rose:
The aroma lingers:
I pick my nose.

Calcium grows
My thingamajingers
And all my toes.

A horseshoe throws
A bunch of ringers:
I pick my nose.

The north wind blows
A flock of wingers
And all my toes.

A sewer sews
With several Singers:
I pick my nose
And all my toes.

#villanelle #fixed #form #nose #toes #smell #aroma #anatomy #roses #flowers

Mari Chubinidze Oct 12

Venus’s Roses

Red roses planted in a filthy ravine,
For the bliss of passersby.
Brought there by witches –
Visually stunning,
Left at the mercy of rain,
Blooming red.
The wise will say it is in honor of the mortals –
While the lowly will glance with irony,
Their eyes deceitful.
Just as Venus embodies perfect beauty,
Red creations have emerged in this filthy place,
Tender roses, the ravine’s charm.

#roses #poem #poems #poetry