Top 100 Poems About: ROSE

In this page, poems on / about “rose” are listed.
  • 1.
    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
  • 2.
    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
  • 3.
    A Dead Rose

    O Rose! who dares to name thee?
    No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;
    But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,---
    Kept seven years in a drawer---thy titles shame thee. read more »

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • 4.
    A Story For Rose On The Midnight Flight To Boston

    Until tonight they were separate specialties,
    different stories, the best of their own worst.
    Riding my warm cabin home, I remember Betsy's
    laughter; she laughed as you did, Rose, at the first read more »

    Anne Sexton
  • 5.
    The Sick Rose

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

    William Blake
  • 6.
    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
  • 7.
    One Perfect Rose

    A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
    All tenderly his messenger he chose;
    Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -
    One perfect rose. read more »

    Dorothy Parker
  • 8.
    Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty)

    a girl who keeps slipping off,
    arms limp as old carrots,
    into the hypnotist's trance, read more »

    Anne Sexton
  • 9.
    A White Rose

    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. read more »

    John Boyle O'Reilly
  • 10.
    A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose

    A Rose is a Rose is a Rose

    A Rose will I give to you, read more »

    Prabir Gayen
  • 11.
    Rose Pogonias

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

    Robert Frost
  • 12.
    O Gather Me The Rose

    O gather me the rose, the rose,
    While yet in flower we find it,
    For summer smiles, but summer goes,
    And winter waits behind it. read more »

    William Ernest Henley