Over the years, roses have influenced innumerable poets, authors, artists, musicians, and painters, who have created some extremely lovely rose poems.
There have been numerous poems about roses over the years, and we will share a few of them with you in this post.
Roses are a blessing from nature, heavens and earth to people. Roses can assist you connect sentiments of joy and grief in life. When individuals are in love, they convey their feelings with flowers rather than words.
Roses are available in a wide range of colors, shapes, and dimensions, but their significance goes well beyond the gardens. As a result, numerous poets have utilized the color and aroma of roses as motivation for rose poems.
The rose signifies many various things to poets, with love and passion being the most important but not the only ones. Let’s have a look at some rose poems and discover what the rose meant to them.
Best Rose Poems
In the first segment, we’ll look at some of the best poems about rose. Roses thrill our senses in a variety of ways. We’ve produced a list of the best rose poems in recognition of their stunning beauty.
1. One Perfect Rose
by Dorothy Parker
A single flower he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet—
One perfect rose.
I knew the language of the floweret;
“My fragile leaves, ” it said, “his heart enclose.”
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
2. All the Roses Red
by Jim Yerman
I wonder if prejudice governed nature…
how soon before all the roses would be red?
Before all rivers looked the same
and flowed over identical riverbeds?
Before every tree in the forest
looked like every other tree
And every bird that soars the skies
sang matching melodies.
I imagine Earth’s wonderfully diverse landscape
would be totally redefined…
If we allowed prejudice to govern nature…
the way it governs humankind?
3. A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
4. I Showed Up with a Rose
by Patrick White
I showed up with a rose and you said
it was the wrong colour. I showed up
with my head on a silver platter
and you asked as you danced for another
where I’d buried my heart
like the last love affair of the summer
as I watched your body move
like the moon on a famous river
where others before me had drowned
like fish in a dead sea of shadows,
shipwrecks thirsting for the waters of life
you denied them like the taste of your reflection
in the oceanic deserts of their tears
as they died in a graveyard of wine.
I brought you the fallen leaves
of my latest book of poems like autumn
but you swept them off the thresholds
of your hidden doorways like junkmail
and said, yes, there’s fire in their longing,
but if I’m the muse who refuses you,
next time edge the razor of your tongue in blood.
I retreated like a hermit for awhile
into the severed candle of my solitude
that burned like a comet to return
on the day of my death in your eyes
like the last known address
of my homelessness on the lost gospel
of the loveletter I sent you lightyears from paradise.
O how much I couldn’t second-guess loved you then,
like a weathervane loves the wind,
how much I learned and took to heart
like the golden fossils of sorrow and regret
that lie buried like sundials and hourglasses
in the secret gardens on the moon
where I used to wait for you life after life
like midnight at noon when the earth
stood still and the light held its shadows
like a drowning man holds his breath,
like content delays the timing of its heart
until it’s too late for anyone to show up
like a water-gilder to mend a broken cup.
5. Pink Roses
by Gert Strydom
There are pink roses
behind the razor wire,
the cups of some are already open
and the buds of some
still is closed.
Green stems protrude
over a white wall
where razor sharp wire
cordon it off
and the soft scent
of flourishing flowers
catches me while
I walk to the post box
to get some letters.
6. Lonely Rose
by Halima Khan
I blossomed at one morning
From a little bud to beautiful rose
I smiled at my youthful energy
From a status of little one
I gathered all the butterflies to me
From a garden to the mother plant
I spread all the fragrance in the morning
From one corner to the all sides
I am the part of beauty of the nature
From bud to flower I blooming
It’s the nature that hugs me
It’s the nature that kisses me
It’s the nature that planted me
It’s the nature that watered me
It’s the nature that created me
It’s the nature that feeling me
It’s the nature that gives me shelter
It’s the nature that proudes me
It’s the nature that nourishes me
It’s the nature that holds me close
Standing lonely on my mother’s plant
Enjoying the cold breezes all around
Celebrating my youthful happiness
Creating magical rythem in the nature
Ruling on the nature as a lonely ROSE
Feeling jealous of me as I bloomed
Reading the beauty and sweetness in me
Nothing is so special as I am the one
Flirting with the couples with my beauty
Watching the love so deep and pure
7. The Special Rose
by Jim Cunningham
Her special rose is still waiting,
Although, she will never arrive.
With death, there is no debating,
You hope your heart will survive.
On her special bench, you place it,
She loved just sitting by the lake.
Made memories you’ll never forget,
Although, your heart wants to break.
The local pigeons she would feed,
With birdseed, she always brought.
Your emotions begin to stampede,
In a storm of tears, you are caught.
As you turn around to walk away,
Your heart begins skipping a beat.
You swear you could hear her say,
Come over here and take a seat.
It is your heart that still sees her,
Your love for her will never die.
These feelings always reoccur,
You know all Angels can fly.
8. Wild Rose Tree
by Richard Watson Gilder
On the wild-rose tree
Many buds there be;
Yet each sunny hour
Hath but one fair flower.
Thou who wouldst be mine
Open wide thine eyes
In each sunny hour,
Pluck the one perfect flower.
9. Ashes of Roses
Soft on the sunset sky
Bright daylight closes,
Leaving, when light doth die,
Pale hues that mingling lie—
Ashes of roses.
When love’s warm sun is set,
Love’s brightness closes;
Eyes with hot tears are wet,
In hearts there linger yet
Ashes of roses.
Famous Rose Poems
Roses require trimming in order to flourish. Similarly, we must welcome the phases of trimming in our lives in order to foster fresh development and progress. Here are some famous rose poems that talk about this aspect.
1. One Red Rose
by John Wright
I was drawn to one red rose
all this week as it unfolded
and arose for me to see
it seemed to mean
something wonderful to me
I tried to write about it
this one red rose
but it kept landing in the spaces
between the written words
but yet inside my soul
the love of the living Word I heard
the one red rose was gone today
in my flower garden I could not see
but within the spirit it did abide
and love lifted me
2. The Rose That Grew from Concrete
by Tha Black Origin
The rose that grew from concrete
He knows his worth that’s why he don’t beg people to stay
He was born cold
His heart was sold
Everyone around him was going nut
He tried changing from whom he is to who he is not
He was shot point black in the back by the ones he loved
He never trusted nobody
A man who is always down for everybody
No one cares about his struggle
But they are always quick to judge him in times of trouble
Everything he gave including the sacrifice and love
He got nothing strong enough to be described as love
When they said trust me, they lied
When they said I got your back, they lied
When they said I love you, they lied
When they said I want you to be better than me, they lied
When they said I can never hurt you, they also lied
He felt betrayed and tried going back to his old self
It wasn’t the same for him coming out of hell…
3. A Rose Scenting the Atmosphere
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Under the pale moonlight, listening to sparkles of
an interior joy and happiness that takes these feet
stepping out on the dance floor.
Many times throughout the night, love unfolding like
a blossoming rose that cannot wait to open up, scent-
ing the atmosphere so gently on purpose.
A tranquility of an interior heart and soul, as life
keeps moving with love into the night while going
4. Nightstand with Roses
by Jody Zorgdrager
They weren’t red nor was I angry,
but with something five shades lighter
than passion, I plucked the roses bald.
Anyway, they were sorry things.
Their nodding heads on such long stems
reminded me how tiring it is,
always trying to forgive.
And besides, I did it gently, pulling petals
the way one tugs off an insect’s wings,
by twos. What my thumb and fingertips
began to hear—yes, they listened for it—
was the shaggy center’s thick dribble,
the tiny rip of dismemberment,
and, in between, the moment of small panic
that comes before—as just before withdrawing
a mouth from another mouth there comes
that in-suck, that sudden taking back although
you’ve already given it up, given up
to it—the letting go. I couldn’t stop
until I had the whole drawer full
of floating pink on pink.
5. Within Every Rose Bud
by Linda Winchell
Within every blooming rose bud,
Blooms there memories of you and me,
A time that seems now so long forgotten,
Of how in love…the two of us use to be.
Roses were your favorite of flowers,
So I’ve planted a variety… just in memory of you,
I know you’ve gone now to be with “Our Lord”
So with each rose planted… they will always remind me of that time between us two.
Their brilliant colors of red, yellow and white,
Were those colors you loved the best,
You would tend to them as if they were a lover,
And forget about tending all the rest.
Fed them the best of nutrients…that money could ever buy,
And dusted all their leaves… with only the best of pesticides.
So every time I go and cut a bunch of them,
To grace its place on my kitchen table,
I will remind me of those good times we had together,
Those days of long ago… when our love was able.
6. Rose Is a Token of Love!
by Ramesh T A
All colours of rose flowers are a symbol of love for all forever;
Flowers and women are of the same kind by nature and beauty;
All women are emotional and go by the will of heart in life ever;
Rose is cherished most as it represents love of heart like women.
Like love, rose gives sense of cheerful mood by its very presence;
As red rose flower like the heart that pumps red blood with oxygen,
Love bears all poisonous blues of life to rejuvenate heart with joy
To make life a bed of roses soaking heart, mind and soul with ease!
The comfort and joy beautiful rose flower gives only a woman knows
The art of love to make man a kind and graceful being for living a
Good and smooth life relieving all hardships of the world by pleasure
That gives joy and peace to go on surrounding all hurdles of life…!
The heart touching rose flower is a great thing of beauty Nature has
Bestowed to mankind as its token of love for humanity to live in love!
7. Clod of the Earth
by Anna Hempstead Branch
Clod of the earth, that hardly knows
How the warm sun comes or the cold rain goes,
That lieth dumb and bleak and bare,
It was thy thought begat the rose.
8. The Lesson of The Rose
by Grace Pearl Bronaugh
I tore a rose apart,
Revealed its inmost heart,
Some hidden secret hoping to disclose.
The leaves fell to the ground;
I bared its heart, but found
No secret hidden, and I spoiled my rose!
No hand but one divine
Could make this rose of mine,
No power but God’s create such loveliness;
But how the roses grow
I know not nor can know;
I only know their beauty is to bless.
O Life which made them live!
O Love which longs to give
All that thy creatures need or can desire!
The feeling overpowers
My soul that in the flowers
Thou gavest even more than we require.
Ye who philosophize
As others botanize,
Who pluck the truth apart shred after shred,
What recompense is there
To pay you for despair
When God forsakes you and your faith lies dead?
There is one Book, but one;
Although the summer sun
Calls forth a million roses every year,
There is one Book, but one!
This dark world were undone
If, like the roses, it should disappear.
Here is the thought which flows
In fragrance from the rose,
The rose which careless fingers pull apart:
Who seeks to penetrate
A thing so delicate
Should come with gentle hands and reverent heart;
Come with a mind devout,
Undaunted by a doubt;
Come with a soul subdued, a faith supreme,
As thou wouldst touch a rose
Softly – He will disclose
To thy hushed heart things which thou canst not dream!
9. She Sets the World on Fire
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her briar
Is lady of the land.
There’s sweetness in an apple tree,
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn.
When with moss and honey
She tips her bending briar,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,
She sets the world on fire.
Short Rose Poems
Rose is a sign of life and friendship, as well as love between lovers. The lovely link between friends and family is frequently manifested through the presenting of a rose. Here are some short rose poems to give to your loved ones to show them how much you appreciate them.
1. Roses of Life
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Becoming self in the midst of many melodies,
playing in the atmosphere of love and living.
Energizing inner traits with enhanced chords
set in an array of technical difficulty, and
culminating in a bouquet of scented roses in life.
2. Blue Roses of Heaven
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Waltzing in fields of yesterday, touching and being
touched by blue roses of heaven as they blossom and
their aromas are filtered into the atmosphere.
Unable to be contained here on earth for they have
to return to heaven when beckoned by God, wanting
them to never die like other flowers here on earth.
3. My Eternal Rose
by Dominic Windram
My eternal rose; my most faithful valentine:
Your smiling face is as sweet as heavenly wine.
Your ruby red lips are the fruits of paradise.
And your milk white skin is every dreamer’s delight.
May the flowers of love never wither and die:
As long as the bold light illuminates your eyes;
As long as the blue heavens remain in the sky;
As long as myriad stars continue to shine.
4. A Rose
by Emily Dickinson
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer’s morn,
A flash of dew, a bee or two,
A caper in the trees, —
And I’m a rose!
5. A Flower for Honey Rose
by S. Quinn
A flower for Honey Rose,
Oh so sweet of fragrance;
Even in a small of dose,
May you never blanch.
Your summer be endless,
With colors and shades;
Ever so new and fresh,
Blooms that never fades.
6. Valentine Roses
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Valentine roses are red for love that’s felt directly
from this heart.
Poetry oozing words of thoughtful prose, wrapping it-
self gently around the two of us, watching as years
pass us by.
7. The Humming Bird
by Edwin Markham
Tell me, O Rose, what thing it is
That now appears, now vanishes?
Surely it took its fire-green hue
From daybreaks that it glittered through;
Quick, for this sparkle of the dawn
Glints through the garden and is gone!
What was the message, Rose, what word:
Delight foretold, or hope deferred
8. Summer’s Rose
by Dominic Windram
Although one day your tender beauty,
Will surely fade and wither like a rose,
Your inner light will always shine brightly
As lovely summer’s weary eyelids close.
Classic Rose Poems
Every poet, playwright and novelist has always wanted to recreate the rose’s purest essence via their creative works over the years. Given below is a list of classic poems about roses that you may find interesting.
1. The Winter Rose
by Phyllis Banberger
Through Winter frost
Of glistening snow
The single rose shines
Through to brighten
The Winter rose is
Not a feeble bloom
Yet wears the scars
Of coarse cold air
Scent of love eternal
A frail token of the
Memories of Spring!
Morning graced and
Blessed with your
The petals like an
A glorious beacon
To my heart!
2. Rose Is Rose!
by Ramesh T A
Garden full of rose flowers everywhere
Invite everyone to have a nice time there!
Fragrance of rose flower world absorbs
All lovers of flowers as soon as one enters!
The up and down meadows full of green
Grass fine as velvet welcomes all tired….
Tourists to lay down all their belongs on
Bed cover to have food to energize well!
Boosting with energy all soon get up ready
To see the varieties of rose flowers with a
lot of colours varying from each other sure
To have a good idea and conclusion of rose!
Rose is rose whatever be its colour and scent..,
All decide to have a view of it before all go out!
3. Delicate Sounds of Roses Blooming
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rapidly tapping fingers in time with music, loving how
it teases this mind with angelic melodies as they twist
and turn all over the dance floor.
People learning how to step to rhythms while listening
and dancing to moments that are being lived through,
gentle, delicate sounds of roses blooming.
Sun rising and setting without moving around, just keep-
ing time with an inner tempo that arouses life and brings
it to a culminating entrance.
Exits along with special graces that can never be taken
away from this poet, totally enjoying possibilities as
they rise into an interior atmosphere.
There all of life confirms the beauty of humanity and
how we all do fit into patterns and designs that God
has intended all along.
4. The White Rose
by John Boyle O’Reilly
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
5. Two Bunches of Red Roses
by Gert Strydom
I saw her drying out
two bunches of dark red roses
that I had given
which she hanged up high
in our bedroom.
She left some thorns
on the green stems
and the colour of the flowers
changed and become darker
and almost black.
The cups lost most
of their lovely fragrance,
but kept some
and became hard and dry
and the leaves edges
lost their perfect shape.
With time the love
between us withered away
when she strayed to another
and respect and trust
was nowhere to be found
and I realised that love needs
to be a living thing.
6. King of flowers
by Ethan Esmary
King of flowers,
Queen for pose,
You hypnotize by smell,
You’re attractive like hell,
You make everyone stop and dwell,
You’re appeasement is hard to tell,
You’re beautiful but you’ve thorns too,
You’re wonderful but you’re not alone too,
You’re graceful but you’ve romance too,
You’re colorful but so are different plants too,
Though you’re helpful but comparatively expensive,
Though you’re adorable but respectively hard to be productive,
Though you’re fragrant but everyone don’t feel it effective,
Though you’ve many variants but everyone isn’t adaptive.
By looking you’re appeal
I get romantic feel,
By passing you’re fragrance,
Party becomes extravagant,
Healer of my soul,
You also live with ghouls,
You can be shaped and mold,
You give power when hold,
You make me bold,
You persuade many girls and make boys speak language of love untold.
7. Black Rose
by Crescent Caliph
In the woods they’d meet
At first once a week
Like treasure he’d treat her
Before she knew it, she was a slave
Thus weekly became daily
Three moons after, harm was done
A life was made, and the creator disappeared
He had gone, just as he had arrived
Lost to the wind, no traces left
His past so obscured, no one knew it
But a child he left behind
A spitting image of himself
And a woman so broken
Rejected and scorned by her community
An example to generations yet to come
Loved by none, beaten by life
Haunted by memories, sweet yet bitter
Living in isolation, a life she never imagined
Alone with her son, “an abomination”
A black rose indeed she is
Beautiful Rose Poems
Getting a rose from your favorite person may turn a bad day into a good one. Here is a selection of some of the most beautiful rose poems, as lovely as a rose garden.
1. The Presence
by Angela Morgan
From out imprisoning petals—velvet, red—
Thy soul slips forth in fragrance wondrous sweet—
A silent subtle presence—never fled,
That makes thy mastery over me complete.
How can I doubt God and eternal things
When I look on thy beauty—lovely rose?
A sudden certainty within me springs—
The very gates of Heaven to me unclose!
Hast thou, then, waited all this weary time
From tiny bud to fullest crimson bloom—
With hope and patience wondrously sublime
Through dismal, dreary months of cold and gloom?
Hast waited for my sake—heroic flower—
That this great secret—hidden close with thee—
Should in the sacred silence of this hour
Be all unfolded and revealed to me?
2. A Beautiful Rose
A beautiful single rose,
Gives me pleasure from my head to my toes.
The petals of a rose are so soft and smooth,
They drop when they are ready you don’t need to remove.
They come in so many colours, this one is in your minds eye,
You have to imagine it’s colour you have to try.
It could be red, yellow or even white,
Whichever it is it would be a beautiful sight.
My Son drew this picture in his younger years,
To be able to write a poem about it I say cheers.
3. The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart
by W.B. Yeats
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
4. Sweet Roses in Red
by Peter S. Quinn
Sweet roses in red
In the garden surrounding
Colored precincts bled
Of summertime founding
The new flowers of earth
Every seed that is sown
Are their blossoms worth
From the soil deep grown
Like love in your heart
That finds its own ways
With fresh morning start
Into morrow dawn’s haze
Fragrances in to the air
Every perfume of spring
Inside the greenery there
With the birds that’ll sing
Sweet days now ahead
While the times are so great
Tinctured bouquet’s bed
To each lovers heart straight
With you here by my side
The whole world can be won
While winter nights hide
Every flower still lives on
5. Veronica Is a Beautiful Rose
by Peter S. Quinn
Veronica is a beautiful rose
Which in spring time comes and grows
If you don’t know it – you know it now
Petals and blooms dance somehow
Fading they don’t until in the fall
When shades grow more complex
For our eyes to gather and recall
That shades are uneven and in duplex
Though Veronica always glows
And her passionate feelings outflows
The morrows are uneven and scorning
Giving their distance and a warning
Fading is done and leaves are falling
On the cobblestones they lie as decks
Until winter breezes starts calling
They are lying still and show no reflex
Veronica is a beautiful rose
Till in beginning of fall – when wind blows
If you don’t know you’ll find out soon
Winter’s coming and bringing it to ruin
Colorful blooming from summer’s gone
With a face of a lady – once was young
The winter’s showing a less kindled sun
There’s no way steady nor right or wrong
6. Here’s A Blush Rose
by L.L. Barkat
Here’s a blush rose,
with raspberry scent.
Here’s a pink,
come taste the edge.
And here, my dear,
upon the stair,
is simply the hip
of a white-blue rose
I’ve carried up
by Amos Russel Wells
The shattered rose has fallen to the floor
In shelly loveliness. The carpet’s green
Forms a new turf, and in that lower scene
Each petal blossoms as a flower once more.
How light it lies as having wings to soar,
A curve of pink! And how its gentle mien,
The soft, rich fulness of its tender sheen,
Surpass the clustered rose we knew before!
Oh, not in labor’s summer-bloom of pride
Does life its crowning loveliness disclose.
Sweeter the lights in autumn days that hide,
And tender age a morning beauty shows.
Scatter life’s broken petals far and wide:
Each is a newer and a lovelier rose.
Life and Rose Poems
Roses may also teach us numerous life lessons by acting as a powerful metaphor. Hopefully, these poems about roses and life will inspire you to grow and go forward.
1. Red Rose
by Symon Saich
A sweet red rose
In the garden of life is you
Standing out amongst the rest
Single most beautiful sight to behold
Yet vibrant and eye catching
Smelling so nice
Fragrance so divine
That’s uniquely yours
Sweet delectable scent
Caressing my nostrils
Reeling me in
Soft velvety petals
Smooth to touch
Still thorny on the edges
They prick me once in a while
But I still love it
Coz it grabs my attention
Makes me aware Reminds me
To handle you with care
Coz you’re a treasure so rare
Your sweet caring nature
Personified unworldly beauty
Within and without
This sweet red rose
You’re my precious rose
Adding beauty and colour
In my life
2. The Sick Rose
by William Blake
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
3. Life Is Like a Rose
by U Win Kyi
Life has its ups and downs.
When having ups,
It is like lying on the petal of the rose,
So comfortable with the fragrance tickling in the nose.
When encountering downs,
It is like being pricked by the thorn of the branch,
So painful and hurt with its sharp.
As rose has its bud,
So life has its birth.
As rose has its full blossom,
So life has its maturity fully grown.
As rose has in the end dried up and withered away,
So life has old age, illness and death in its final day.
A beautiful rose is surrounded by the butterflies,
With their wings fluttering in dancing.
A successful life is surrounded by friends,
With their joys and praisings.
A beautiful rose is stalked by wasps and bees,
With their stings.
A successful life is said sour grape by the enemies,
With their mudslingings.
There are millions of roses, budding, blossoming and withering daily,
But the ones at the feet of MARY,
Are the most beautiful and pretty.
There are thousands of lives, born and died daily,
But the ones who listen and act accordingly,
To the GOD teaching are the most beautiful and pretty.
4. In the Garden
by Ernest Crosby
I spied beside the garden bed
A tiny lass of ours,
Who stopped and bent her sunny head
Above the red June flowers.
Pushing the leaves and thorns apart,
She singled out a rose,
And in its inmost crimson heart,
Enraptured, plunged her nose.
“O dear, dear rose, come, tell me true—
Come, tell me true,” said she,
“If I smell just as sweet to you
As you smell sweet to me!”
5. The Rose – Sonnet
by Annie Johnson
A rose between the pages of a book;
With faded leaves turned brittle at the stem.
Color restored to new with just a look;
Remembered voice that haunts me like a hymn.
The days ring slowly in my house of dreams.
My memory keeps fresh as dew, his kiss;
The love I held so dear did burst the seams
Released in endless sighs of sweetest bliss.
The book is closed wherein the rose was pressed.
Closed, too, the tender dreams of endless love
When all I knew of love was proudly dressed
In stars and moonbeams showered from above.
Oh, for the chance to dance with him again.
And wear this rose the way I wore it then.
6. The Garden of Saint Rose
by Bliss Carman
This is a holy refuge
The garden of Saint Rose
A fragrant altar to that peace
The world no longer knows.
Below a solemn hillside
Within the folding shade
Of overhanging beech and pine
Its walls and walks are laid.
Cool through the heat of summer,
Still as a sacred grove,
It has the rapt unworldly air
Of mystery and love.
All day before its outlook
The mist-blue mountains loom,
And in its trees at tranquil dusk
The early stars will bloom.
Down its enchanted borders
Glad ranks of color stand,
Like hosts of silent seraphim
Awaiting love’s command.
Lovely in adoration
They wait in patient line,
Snow-white and purple and deep gold
About the rose-gold shrine.
And there they guard the silence,
While still from her recess
Through sun and shade Saint Rose looks down
In mellow loveliness.
She seems to say, “O stranger,
Behold how loving care
That gives its life for beauty’s sake,
Makes everything more fair!
“Then praise the Lord of gardens
For tree and flower and vine,
And bless all gardeners who have wrought
A resting place like mine!”
7. I Asked for A Rose
by Philotheos Deng
I want to rest in the arms of your love
I want to soar with the eagles above
I want to spread my wings
And fly to where the angels sing
I want to lay down in pastures green
I want to go where I’ve never been
To simply rest in the knowledge of you
Is all that I want to do
I want to go to that place of rest
A place of refuge from trial and test
To the mountaintop in the valley so low
That’s the place that I want to go
I want to be found in the depths of you
To fly in the sky above so blue
I want to walk into the Father’s heart
And from there never be apart
You brought light to the darkness in me
You touched me and set me free
Your thoughts of me are beyond measure
This knowledge is my heavenly treasure
I asked for a rose and you gave me a garden
In the depths of my sin you brought me a pardon
And you have forever set me free
And gave me eyes that can truly see.
Friendship and Rose Poems
Friendship is undoubtedly the most lovely and valuable tie in the world, and what better way to commemorate it than to give poems about roses and friendship to your favorite person? A collection of rose poems on friendship is provided here.
1. Roses, I See the Sweetest Roses
by Richard Henry Stoddard
Roses, I see the sweetest roses,
As in the cool kiosk I pass.
Tied in a thousand fragrant posies.
And fastened to the roof with grass.
What has bewitched the grass I wonder?
It is the humblest weed that grows;
How comes it that it sits up yonder,
And on a level with the rose?
“Silence! ” The grass said, and in sadness
Let fall its tears in pearls of dew;
“The generous man robs none of gladness.
And never scorns old friends for new.
I am no rose among the roses,
And yet there’s not a child but knows
That the poor grass that tied these posies
Is from the Garden of the rose!”
2. The Winter Rose
by Hannah Flagg Gould
O, why do I hold thee, my fair, only rose,
My bright little treasure—so dear;
And love thee a thousand times better than those,
In thousands, that lately were here?
Because, like a friend, when the many depart,
As fortune’s cold storms gather round,
Till all from without chills the desolate heart,
My sweet winter-flower, thou art found!
Because that for me thou hast budded and blown,
I look with such fondness on thee;
That, while I’ve no other, I call thee my own,
And feel thou art living for me.
I know thee. I’ve studied thy delicate form,
Till reared from the root to the flower,
That opens to-day, in a season of storm!
To brighten so dreary an hour.
How could I so lavishly scatter my sight
On those, that the gay summer-sun
Had nursed with his beams, when I find such delight
In having and loving but one?
And while thou dost modestly blush at the praise,
That thus I in secret bestow,
It heightens thy beauty, and only can raise
The strain, high and higher to flow.
Although thou must droop, as our dearest ones will,
I’ll tenderly watch thy decline;
And, in thy sad moments, I’ll cherish thee still,
Because thou hast cheered me in mine.
Then, hallowed like dust of a friend in the tomb,
I’ll lay thy pale leaves safe away,
Where memory often shall give them the bloom
That brightened my dark winter day.
3. To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses
As late I rambled in the happy fields,
What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew
From his lush clover covert; when anew
Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields:
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
A fresh-blown musk-rose, ’twas the first that threw
Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew
As in the wand that Queen Titania wields.
And as I feasted on its fragrancy,
I thought the garden-rose it far excelled:
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me
My sense with their deliciousness was spelled:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled.
4. Rose of Your Life
by Kasandra D.
When you feel like the world
has turned its back on you,
there’s always one person
who loves you for you.
Your angel, your life, your love,
The rose of your life,
is the one that knows
Everything about you.
They won’t give it away.
The rose of your life,
the one that will always stay.
Your rose is your friend,
the one you’ll never let go.
Your gift from God,
something you’ll always know.
Your rose will help you
through all your hard times.
They make you feel better.
Then you hear the angel chimes.
5. ‘Tis the Last Rose of Summer
by Thomas Moore
‘Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o’er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love’s shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone!
6. Friendship Is Like a Rose
A flower is but a flower
But a rose is a rose
Fragile and beautiful upon it’s stems
Like the friendship that we hold
Being a part of anothers life
Sharing what is in the heart
Never to be judged or critisied
Concerned for feelings from the start
A friend offers words of wisdom
If ever the need may arise
When in doubt and no-way out
They’ll be right at your side
A friend can hold a secret
And never will they be untrue
They hold your heart deep inside
Because they are devoted to you
A friend can bring you smiles
Even when things seem so blue
Just able to recognize your feelings
By things you say or do
Distance has no meaning at all
In the heart you are placed
You have proven loyal and true
A friendship not to be erased
Having a true friend like this
Is a great honor to bestow
Friendship is a precious gift
Friendship is as precious as the rose
7. The Lily and the Rose
by William Cowper
The nymph must lose her female friend
If more admired than she—
But where will fierce contention end
If flowers can disagree?
Within the garden’s peaceful scene
Appeared two lovely foes,
Aspiring to the rank of queen,
The Lily and the Rose.
The Rose soon reddened into rage
And, swelling with disdain,
Appealed to many a poet’s page
To prove her right to reign.
The Lily’s height bespoke command,
A fair imperial flower;
She seemed designed for Flora’s hand,
The sceptre of her power.
This civil bickering and debate
The goddess chanced to hear,
And flew to save, ere yet too late,
The pride of the parterre.
Yours is, she said, the nobler hue,
And yours the statelier mien,
And, till a third surpasses you,
Let each be deemed a queen.
Thus soothed and reconciled, each seeks
The fairest British fair;
The seat of empire is her cheeks,
Thy reign united there.
Rose Poems about Love
Many people thought that Aphrodite, the goddess of love, fashioned the red rose. The rose remains a sign of love, as indicated by the number of roses sold on Valentine’s Day. Here are some rose love poems in which the rose is utilized as a sign of love. Make your beloved feel special by sharing these love poems about roses with them.
1. With A Rose
by Charles Henry Webb
Lady, lest they should betray,
On thy lips this rose I lay.
Not its petals to surprise
With a hue that theirs outvies.
Not to shame them to confess
Fragrance of the Rose is less –
Only with a rose to seal
Rosebud lips, lest they reveal –
Faint unfolding, in their sleep –
What a rose’s heart should keep.
Eden since, no wizard knows
Spell that bindeth like the rose –
Flower of Love, the last to leave,
Bud that blossomed first for Eve.
With my rose for lock and key
None shall pick thy lips, pardie!
But to me if they unclose –
All is safe beneath the rose.
2. Love Is a Rose
by Richard Wlodarski
Love is a rose
That never dies
When it’s conditional
It’s quite dull and mortal
3. Rose Flower
Hey Rose flower, you hurts a lot
I don’t know it for aught
Loved the dreams in which you blossomed
Holding an attitude besides the rostrum
Hey Rose flower, you hurts a lot
I don’t know how to jot
Amidst thy wondrous sweet fragrance
Thrones thy hold with deep diffidence
Hey Rose flower, you hurts a lot
I don’t know how to sob
Scent of forgiveness thy decamp
To those heels that crack you down
Hey Rose flower, you hurts a lot
I don’t know how to fight
The discord amidst thy thorns and beauty
Enchantment you follow as your duty
Hey honey! I know I have guards
I don’t want my beauty to depart
To stand tall like a queen of flowers
Wanna rejoice in awesome rain showers
4. Love Is Like a Rose
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth;
Faith is like a lily lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose the world’s delight;
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.
5. The Rose, Named Love
by Aufie Zophy
Overnight, in the garden I own,
a little red rose, named Love, had grown
Seeing its glory, I knew from the start
I had to pluck it, place it in my heart
From this exquisite rose, I am giving away
to my friends, a petal or two, every day
And of magical petals, I have no lack
cause for each petal I give, two grow back
A big rose named Love will as long as I live
fill up my heart: tonnes of petals to give
Now quick, I am sure that in your garden too,
there will be a magic rose, named Love, for you
6. A Tune for A Rose
by Peter S. Quinn
A tune for a rose
That in summer fair grows,
Like beauty in trim
When the moody is dim.
The splendid of flowers
My soul now empowers,
So rich in its shade
What sunshine has made.
You are spring’s gift
My spirit shall uplift,
And grows over sorrow
And give me tomorrow.
All love is with you
The freshest new true,
What affection has chosen
That spring has unfrozen.
You’ll settle all quarrel
The summer’s highest laurel,
In the divine fragrance
Through its coexistence.
7. Roses and Flowers
by Mohammad Skati
There is nothing pretty or wonderful
Like a bunch of flowers or
Like a bunch of roses
Especially when you give them
Directly to a woman whom
You are in love with or
You have already fallen
In love with her….
Flowers and roses are not anything
They are really the pretty symbol
Of any real love…
Generally talking all women love
Flowers and roses for their symbolic
Dimension and for their fragrant dimension…
Falling in love is a lovely thing
Simply because it is
A normal thing to fall in love…
In truth flowers and roses
Make love prettier, greater, and
Even more wonderful with their
Pretty fragrance and
With their pretty image anytime…
Love can not be abandoned at all
Simply because it is that thing
That brings us closer and closer
To each other to have a lovely life…
Without roses and flowers, then
Our whole life will be meaningless,
Bored, and even absurd…
8. Loves Red Rose
by David Wood
A lover’s rose does have a thorn
That has to be held gently, like love
Must reign gently, not to be torn
By words. Words gentle as a dove
Spoken out of true love from the heart
To only one so divine and sweet
Who in turn plays their part
Every time they kiss and meet.
A red rose given as loves great token
Will prick the heart with love’s desire
Where hardly a word needs to be spoken
And will kindle any love about to expire.
Rose Poems for Her
These romantic rose poems for her will make you think fondly of your special person. Share one of these poems with your girlfriend or wife to show her how much you care.
by Mar Ramirez
You are perfect in every way,
You gives a smile to every girl,
A man would love to offer you,
To someone he had fallen to.
Your beauty never fades,
Your thorn shows you never scared,
The one who holds you carelessly,
Will surely bleed suddenly.
The more they care you,
The sweet blossom you arouse to,
You are born to offer,
Great love you would fonder.
2. Bloody Rose
by Gavin Godley
She’s not naked
She’s just a rose that has a head
Her royal dress and royal steps
Elevate her to heaven
She falls from the sky
Into the north sea
She rises from the waters
With the south wind
She treads the land
She tramples on princes
She drinks the blood
Of the probles
She’s their problems
Those among the nobles
Who do the goblet
Dukes and Lords
Who die of unreturned love
See her roots run to Babylon
What Nimrod did to this world
He planted kingdom
That grew as red rose
With emerald petals
And land mine roots
That trap men to death
3. Black Rose
by Toli Riba
She feels isolated because she’s too beautiful
And all the men desire her
Things get done easily for her
And the women hate her
The Fat ones call her skin and bones
The Ugly ones call her superficial
The Wives call her a swinger
The Young girls call her too bold
And maybe someday as she caressed and brushed her hair
She would have felt beautiful before the mirror
But no one let’s her know that, no one says
Oh! How the others’ colours crept into the Red Rose, turned to a Black Rose
Do they hate her or do they hate themselves
In this society of consolations, bravos, too much accolades, fake laurels
Where you can’t call a fat person fat even though they’re too lazy to work out
Sitting on their bedroom sofa with their pizzas, ice-cream, soda pops and spilling hate comments on the beautiful ones
Honey! It’s not so easy to be beautiful, to look beautiful, to keep that beautiful
Don’t you hate on her if you can’t love her
I’ve seen the beautiful ones made to feel guilty
They must sometimes look at the mirror…. and how they feel?
4. My Rose
by Nakshatra Singh
I walked to the gardens,
Fragrance, bright colors,
Flowers all flowers.
Among every kind of beauty,
Shone pink my lovely Rose.
I picked it and moved on,
My heart, a little small world,
In my very being lives it,
Full of warm airs of love,
Full of firm soil of trust,
I have planted you in it,
Blossom pink o my Rose.
The cozy world of my heart,
It had a door to let you in,
It opens if you wish to leave,
Oh beloved, it must not open,
No one I want to enter it now,
Your departure I can’t bear,
I made few windows though,
To let fresh light of hope in,
To keep your soft soul warm.
Wear smiles, be fragrant,
Stay forever, it’s your world,
Clad in the arms of my soul,
Blossom pink o my Rose…
5. Gloire de Dijon
by D.H. Lawrence
When she rises in the morning
I linger to watch her;
She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window
And the sunbeams catch her
Glistening white on the shoulders,
While down her sides the mellow
Golden shadow glows as
She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breasts
Sway like full-blown yellow
Gloire de Dijon roses.
She drips herself with water, and her shoulders
Glisten as silver, they crumple up
Like wet and falling roses, and I listen
For the sluicing of their rain-dishevelled petals.
In the window full of sunlight
Concentrates her golden shadow
Fold on fold, until it glows as
Mellow as the glory roses.
6. One Perfect Rose
by Gert Strydom
A single flower she dropped when we met
and in her hands she held a pipe, a water hose
that splashed me by accident quiet wet
while at my feet lay a perfect rose.
I wanted to take her for a spin on my motorbike,
to experience the sun and wind in a special way,
wanted to give her a present that she would like
but she giggled and with a garden hose began to play
and like little children we ran up and down
laughing and having fun
and never such exuberance I have known
from the time that my dating had begun
and later when I returned her rose her eyes did propose
a tender embrace, maybe a kiss and I held her close.
7. Loving a Rose
by Andrew Vassell
Like wings her petals folds
and enclose me, protecting
the essence and content of
a heart that holds her dear.
The bottom of her roots
sinks deep within me, keeping
me firmly embedded in the
foundation our love.
How do I contain the lust of
her radiance and the yearn
for her beauty and smell and
why do I crave you so well?
You elevate the elements of
my smile and keep the buds
of my energy alive.
Loving a rose so sweet, the
beautiful dreams of my sleep,
the green pigment of my leaf
and characteristics to ease
me leaving me the peace my
heart needs to succeed.
Rose Poems in English
Roses are stunning and timeless flowers that have enchanted humans for generations. Their exquisite nature has inspired innumerable poets, authors, musicians, singers, and painters over the years. Here are some rose poems in English that we have picked for you.
1. A Single Rose
by Mary Lynn Luiz
A single white rose, you placed in my hand
As you bowed, gently kissed my right hand!
How beautiful the rose, purity of white!
Blushing, innocently, I accepted it, reluctantly
After that, one afternoon,
you gave me a single pink rose,
Saying thank you, with gratitude,
I suppose! Only God really knows!
Then came a single peach rose,
friendship was continually deepening,
speaking with poetry and prose!
Dating always kept us on our toes!
Next came a single purple rose!
Are you telling me, could it possibly be so,
Do you think I am beautiful and sensuous as well?
So soft and velvety, an alluring fragrant as a rose!
A single yellow rose, happiness shows,
all over your face! It is obvious, you just glow!
Peace and harmony like a river flow,
as our love relationship steadily grows!
Oh, a single red rose.
The one I’ve been hoping for!
With it comes a promise of lifelong love!
Devotion! Never changing, always remaining!
Oh, no this can’t be true, A black rose, making me blue!
It’s over! Our relationship is through! Undoubtedly,
I’ll get over you, knowing your love wasn’t true!
God’s got someone more perfect for me than you!
2. Fire Roses
by Cynthia Fuller
Today you grasped
the stars as
they were slipping off
the edge of my horizon
and shook them back
into the sky.
can leave me
My skin is alive
with the soft imprint
of your mouth.
How many miracles
can there be?
As I burnt your letters
the pages spread and curled
like fire roses.
3. Roses, Roses Everywhere!
by Dr. A. Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.
A rose in hand looks so much beautiful;
A garland too is grand and gorgeous;
But roses strewn en way is utter waste;
Bouquets aplenty turns a common sight!
A garden having roses of one type,
Is like a lawn or carpet, not too good;
A garden with variety of roses
Is feast to eyes that watch their hues and shapes.
Too much of anything undoes effects;
A single petal yet, looks wonderful;
A mound of roses is no treat to eyes;
A rose given from heart with love is great!
How beautiful God made Mother Nature,
And clothed each flower in robes of grandeur!
4. The Rose of Sharon
by Mary Wismer
She is the Rose of Sharon
and the Lily of the valleys
As the lily among throns,
As apple tree among the tree of wood.
She sat down under his shadow
with great delight, and his fruit
was sweet to her taste.
Stay her with flagons
Comfort him with apples.
For he is seek of love.
5. His Rose!
by Ramesh T A
Entering the world of rose I am exhilarated
By the fragrance of flower filling everywhere
Making one and all addicted to its spell sure!
What an attraction this red rose has for men
Living long in desert lands due to wars of…
Attrition to have a foothold over enemy camp!
A great relief rose flower gives to the war torn
Soldier of justice waiting to throw away arms
To embrace lady love waiting for him as Penelope!
Ulysses lost ten years of life in war for the sake of
Love between Paris and Helen on Greek side and
Ten years to return home being the Hero of odyssey!
Many wayward tactics of fantasy world beings never
Wayward his singular object of uniting with his rose!
6. The Rose Garden
by John Lars Zwerenz
Where can we find a cove where love and lute
Are married to the strains of cello and flute,
Sheltered from the rains in our garments of white?
Let us walk to the courtyard basked in moonlight!
And there, amid Cupid’s statues of the square,
Where cormorants gleam in the sweet, summer air,
We shall encounter blooms of the redolent rose,
In the bliss of our secluded garden close.
And there, in our sanctuary of amorous play,
In a sanctified nook which no one else knows,
We shall love one another in the hazy noon of day,
And wander through the dappled stream which glows
Like the tropical glimmer of a soft, sunny ray.
O, lead me astray where the lovely, fragrant zephyr goes!
And there, beneath the sobbing sculpture, struck by silver stars,
Which rise above the fountains, weeping to the sky,
I will hold you to my bosom, and kiss you as you sigh,
Surrounded by emerald mountains, and mellifluous guitars!
7. Red Rose
by Binibining Aphroditee
I saw a red rose,
Never been touched
No one cared,
Because of the thorns they see.
They scorned excrescence.
I saw a red rose,
It was crying,
It felt alone.
The drips of water plunged from it.
It wanted to be withered.
I came near,
My arms hugged it.
Thorns started to prick me
That caused me too much pain.
But I do love red,
For me, this brings love.
That is when you love someone,
You are too blind to see how it looks like
Just like hugging a red rose,
You’ll feel gaiety
You’ll feel throes at the same time.
Even if his thorns of distress would strike,
The beauty of love will always be conspicuous.
Final Thoughts on Rose Poems
Our selection of rose poems will inspire and motivate you to flourish in your life. Many people adore the seductive aroma and gorgeous blooms. Roses are known as the “Queen of Flowers.” We all like and admire their attractiveness.
They give a powerful memorandum of love, have a divine aroma, and stunning hues. But, aside from signifying something pure and wonderful, roses may teach us a lot.
Whenever the conditions are perfect, a rosebud develops into a beautiful flower, and therefore we should find out what we really need in order to turn our dreams into a reality.
The rose poems teach us that, just as the rose grows thorns to defend itself from harm, we must also try and acquire the capacity to withstand and become powerful.
These poems about roses also emphasize that, while working toward your aspirations, you should enjoy the journey more than the outcome, as the rose is beautiful at all stages of its lifespan.