Top 100 Poems About: ROSE


In this page, poems on / about “rose” are listed.
  • 1.
    Asking For Roses

    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. read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 2.
    A Red, Red Rose

    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. read more »

    Robert Burns
  • 3.
    The Rose Family

    The rose is a rose,
    And was always a rose.
    But the theory now goes
    That the apple's a rose, read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 4.
    The Sick Rose

    O Rose, thou art sick!
    The invisible worm
    That flies in the night,
    In the howling storm, read more »

    William Blake
  • 5.
    Rose Pogonias

    A saturated meadow,
    Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
    A circle scarcely wider
    Than the trees around were tall; read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 6.
    Chiaroscuro: Rose

    He

    Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal.
    Sit at the western window. Take the sun read more »

    Conrad Potter Aiken
  • 7.
    When The Rose Is Faded

    When the rose is faded,
    Memory may still dwell on
    Her beauty shadowed,
    And the sweet smell gone. read more »

    Walter de la Mare
  • 8.
    My Pretty Rose Tree

    A flower was offered to me,
    Such a flower as May never bore;
    But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,' read more »

    William Blake
  • 9.
    Smoke Rose Gold

    THE DOME of the capitol looks to the Potomac river.
    Out of haze over the sunset,
    Out of a smoke rose gold: read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 10.
    Laughing Rose

    If I were gusty April now,
    How I would blow at laughing Rose;
    I'd make her ribbons slip their knots,
    And all her hair come loose. read more »

    William Henry Davies
  • 11.
    Throw Roses

    THROW roses on the sea where the dead went down.
    The roses speak to the sea, read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 12.
    The Rose And The Cross

    Out of the seething cauldron of my woes,
    Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung;
    Where charmed music gathered from my tongue,
    And where I chained strange archipelagoes read more »

    Aleister Crowley
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