Do you remember roses are red poems? Most people can't remember past that first line.
This is the most popular version of this famous poem.
As simple as it is, the last lines somehow escape our memory!
Maybe because we are so young when we learn it!
In its simplicity, it speaks from the heart.
(Hallmark couldn't have made any better poems about red roses! )
To refresh your memory:
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Sugar is Sweet
And so are You
The rose is red, the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet, and so are you.
Thou are my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And Fortune said it shou'd be you.
This is another version of this Nursery Ryme found in:
Gammer Gurton's Garland, 1784 collection of English nursery rhymes
This Roses are red poems is the perfect poem for Valentines day!
The famous lines from Romeo & Juliet;
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
Shakespere's fifty-fourth sonnet:
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today
To-morrow will be dyingby Robert Herrick
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 as I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
by; Poet Robert Burns
Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love's delight.
She would none of all my posies--
Bade me gather her blue roses.
Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such flowers grew.
Half the world unto my quest
Answered me with laugh and jest.
Home I came at wintertide,
But my silly love had died
Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.
It may be beyond the grave
She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest--
Roses white and red are best!By: Rudyard Kipling
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and
And loathsome canker lives in the sweetest
All men make faults....
Seven stars in the still water,
And seven in the sky;
Seven sins on the King's daughter,
Deep in her soul to lie.
Red roses are at her feet,
(Roses are red in her red-gold hair)
And O where her bosom and girdle meet
Red roses are hidden there.
Fair is the knight who lieth slain
Amid the rush and reed,
See the lean fishes that are fain
Upon dead men to feed.
Sweet is the page that lieth there,
(Cloth of gold is goodly prey,)
See the black ravens in the air,
Black, O black as the night are they.
What do they there so stark and dead?
(There is blood upon her hand)
Why are the lilies flecked with red?
(There is blood on the river sand.)
There are two that ride from the south and east,
And two from the north and west,
For the black raven a goodly feast,
For the King's daughter rest.
There is one man who loves her true,
(Red, O red, is the stain of gore!)
He hath duggen a grave by the darksome yew,
(One grave will do for four.)
No moon in the still heaven,
In the black water none,
The sins on her soul are seven,
The sin upon his is one.Roses are red poems By;Oscar Wilde
Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his casement fine.
And if I were the little bir
That twitters on the tree,
All day I'd sing my love for him
Till he should harken me.
But since I am a maiden
I go with downcast eyes,
And he will never hear the songs
That he has turned to sighs.
And since I am a maiden
My love will never know
That I could kiss him with a mouth
More red than roses blow. from: Helen of Troy and other Poems Part II
roses are red,
the thorn I hate,
roses bloom wildly,
the smell so lovely.
I missed the roses,
behind the bushes.
roses are in varieties, and colours,
to show my lovingness.
oh my dear,
you are like roses in sheer.
I'll love roses forever,
as I love you ever-after.
Another beautiful poem sent in by one of my readers! This one is from Malaysia.
Roses, and poems about them are popular all over the world as you can see.
This beautiful poem talks about an undying love that continues through eternity.......
An adapted Sonnet for Jane
for Jane Larimer
An adaptation by Nicholas Power
from William Shakespeare's original
Don't ever say my love was false-hearted,
Though absence often dampened down the flame.
You'll join us with the souls of the departed,
If you vow that I will never say your name.
You were my home, though I may have wandered
Like a lost traveler come round again,
I honoured lost time, it wasn't squandered;
Let my own tears wash out your grievous pain.
No matter what your doubts about my love,
My weakness does not sum up everything;
I'm different now but not so far above,
That lovely things about you mean nothing.
Our world's the dream of an illusionist;
But you, like a single rose, you exist.