Poems About: ROSE
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133.The Blood Rose...
There is a rose laying on the ground,
Blood is running out of the rose.
The rose's colour began to fade until it was a pale gray.
This only took around ten minutes. read more »MaddiiAnne O'Leary
Sometimes you come upon a unpicked wild rose
And sometimes you come upon people
Who are beautiful like an unpicked wild rose read more »Beth Ann
135.White Rose In The Red Roses
White rose singing in the garden
With butterflies; nothing's a burden
Happy she was in her home
Until red roses come out of her lone read more »Ellen Mendez
Rose; who's rising my rose
the paradise is your name
your other name
but you have an other read more »sallam yassin
137.a rose to remember....
i am reading about the death of a rose
i am reflecting about
death of freedom
it is all about a rose, a wilting rose, a brown rose, read more »RIC S. BASTASA
138.ROSES AND ITS COLORS.........
Red rose-means I Love You,
Represents Romance and Love!
Deep pink rose-means Thank You!
Regular pink rose-represents Happiness! read more »seemakhera (Aanamika 805)
Rose of many petals that fall at gentle touch,
you cannot match up to my love-who with touch does not fall
Rose of the green stem, who withers when is dry
you cannot match up to my love, who with age, never dries read more »Afrodita Alkline
Where are the red, red roses
Roses my love is like
Roses my grandfather used to
Cherish, prune, make into posies? read more »James Hart
141.0004 Lyric 3: Rosefall
O, what is the song this late, late rose is singing?
where will its petals fall, pale orange-yellow rose?
when shall the breeze and the rose cease laughing, dancing,
when will the raindrops bring time, and loss, and tears? read more »Michael Shepherd
142.! ! Gertrude Stein met Marilyn Monroe in Tiffany's
a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
and a dozen roses ring around a posy - read more »Michael Shepherd
143.Pondering upon the Rose on a Sunday Morning......
The symbol of love
When giving in love a rose speaks for itself
The beauty is picturesque
The scent it gives lasting for ever read more »Patricia Gale
The rose she has gone back to Nature
Her petals on the grass by her mother tree lay
But memories of her blooming in the sunshine
With me till my own end will stay. read more »Francis Duggan