Roses Are Red Poems | Examples of Roses Are Red Poetry

"Grandma ain't getting young But we thank God for the year's He's given her But when I look into her eyes I see how she keeps praying for her grandchildren To each be settled in good families so that she lives on" I was named after my grandpa, and he left me my grandma And we've shared a special bond right...

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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...

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(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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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 ...

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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...

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

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Gorgeous red roses conceal sharp thorns Beware alluring poses purest hearts ~ torn ...

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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...

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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...

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

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Infernal Flame Beneath the gothic arches, his gaze held fast, In candlelit chambers, their desires impure, Whispers like velvet, dark seduction amassed, Her raven hair beckons, with sinful allure, Blood-red roses fell, memories of lovers past, In shadowed embrace, their dark tale would occur, A forbidden love, born from infernal fire, A raging passion of unbridled desire. ...

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Finger on the trigger Hands on the roses Hands on the gun spewing Deathly lead Blood spilled and splashed In crimson The life is gone. One smoking gun One wreath of roses Death provoking Death calming A rosette of death and Peace in a duet. (Written on 13/04/2024)...

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