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The rose is one of the most beautiful flowers, often reminding us of love, hope, beauty, and the simple blessings found in nature. These rose poems reflect the charm of the rose, from its soft petals to the thorns that remind us life has both joy and challenge.
We hope you find a rose poem that expresses your thoughts, lifts your spirit, or gives you words to share. And if flowers and gardens bring peace to your day, you may also enjoy our collection of garden poems.
Updated June 1, 2026, by Catherine Pulsifer.
Simply Divine
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
The rose is simply divine,
Its beauty just can't be denied
It's full of life and captivating
Its flower is fascinating.
A tiny bud slowly opens,
A petal that is golden.
Its aroma is so delighting,
While its thorny stems are uninviting.
The rose stands above the rest,
From near or far it's unsurpassed
The wonders of nature displayed,
In this small flower are portrayed.
The Flower Of Love
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Oh, sweet rose,
A lovely flower that comes from God above.
You bring us joy and peace
Like an angel sent with loving doves.
The petals spread their beauty,
Takes our breath away with glee.
Your fragrance fills the air,
For all to see.
Your creamy blush in every hue,
So delicate it's true.
Blessings of love are
Carried on by you.
We thank God for this gift
From up above,
The rose,
The perfect flower of love!
A White Rose
Poet: John Boyle O'Reilly
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Oh, 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.
The Lesson Of The Rose
Poet: 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 creates such loveliness;
But how the roses grow
I know not nor can know;
I only know their beauty is to bless.
Roses And Hope
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
I see the rose’s beauty, pure and sublime
Colors of pink, coral, and fuchsia in line
The sweet scent it shares eases challenges of mine
Reminding me life can be fine.
But thorns protect it that's true
Gently reminding me pain can ensue
Against the worries, this world can throw at you
Roses reach out we should be mindful too.
For each day appreciating life so grand
Will take us along joyous roads and
We will show resilience to stay ever strong
Hope is seen in a rose as we go along.
With A Rose
Poet: 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.
This reminder to pause and enjoy the moment also fits well with our Life Is Too Short Poems, which encourage us to treasure today.
My Pretty Rose Tree
Poet: William Blake
A flower was offered to me;
Such a flower as May never bore.
But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree.
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:
To tend her by day and by night.
But my Rose turned away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.
For more verses that celebrate flowers, gardens, and the beauty of nature, visit our collection of Famous Garden Poems.
Garden Poem
Poet: Hilda Doolittle
You are clear
O rose, cut in rock,
hard as the descent of hail.
I could scrape the colour
from the petals
like spilt dye from a rock.
If I could break you
I could break a tree.
If I could stir
I could break a tree -
I could break you.
O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.
Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air -
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.
Cut the heat -
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.
The Rose Family
Poet: Robert Frost
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose -
But were always a rose.
Roses, I See The Sweetest Roses
Poet: 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!"
The Beauty Of The Rose
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In nature's gallery, the rose takes the stage,
Exquisite beauty, a marvel to engage.
Vibrant reds, delicate pinks, and purest whites,
A kaleidoscope of colors, delightful sights.
Each petal unfolds, a unique work of art,
Graceful curves and textures, capturing the heart.
From buds to blooms, their splendor does unfurl,
Roses, nature's masterpiece, beauty's eternal pearl.
Sweet Brier
Poet: Dora Read Goodale
I chanced upon a rose the other day,
A pale and faded flower, forgotten long.
And with it these unfinished verses lay,
The faltering echo of a deeper song: —
A perfect day in June, — the golden sun
Looks down upon the green and tangled way;
The summer song and silence are as one, —
The light and longing of a Summer's day!
O untaught harmony of Summer days!
The distant tinkle of a waterfall,
The blue blue sky that deepens as you gaze.
The wayward rose that blossoms by the wall!
Unspoiled and sweet in every country lane,
All dewy cool in maiden pink she blooms,
Still green and fragrant thro' the Summer rain,
When freer airs are thrilled with light perfumes.
She blossoms close beside the dusty way.
Her heart the careless passer-by may see, —
Sweet is her fragrance thro' the burning day,
But sweeter is her open secrecy!
Though he who will may pierce her leafy green,
Where sits the brooding robin on its nest,
The secret of her life is all unseen.
Unknown the impulse of her sweet unrest.
All day the winds about her cool the air.
Faint sounds the tinkle of the waterfall, —
What is the sudden answer you may bear,
O wayward rose, that blossoms by the wall?
The Rose
Poet: Sir Walter Scott
"The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
O wildling rose, whom fancy thus endears,
I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave,
Emblem of hope and love through future years!"
Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave,
What time the sun arose on Venachar's broad wave.
A Lesson From The Rose Bush
Poet: Howard Carleton Tripp
Beside a limpid stream a rose bush grew;
Its blossoms filled the air with rich perfume,
Upon it fell the summer's sun and dew,
The autumn gales swept roughly o'er its tomb.
Such are the scenes of life, — in childhood's hours
Hope comes to still the cares within the breast,
And like the rose bush with its flagrant flowers
Old age comes on and we are laid to rest.
The rose bush can this lesson well unfold:
Strive to excel in being good and wise.
Oh, learn it, children, ere thy lives are old!
Neath its foundation all thy glory lies.
'Tis The Last Rose Of Summer
Poet: 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?
Wild Rose Tree
Poet: 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.
For short and thoughtful sayings about this lovely flower, you may also enjoy our Rose Quotes.
Leaf By Leaf
Poet: Thomas B. Bishop
Leaf by leaf the roses fall,
Drop by drop the springs run dry,
One by one beyond recall,
Summer roses droop and die;
But the roses bloom again,
And the spring will gush anew,
In the pleasant April rain,
And the summer sun and dew.
So, in hours of deepest gloom,
When the springs of gladness fail,
And the roses in their bloom,
Droop like maidens wan and pale,
We shall find some hope that lies,
Like a silent germ apart,
Hidden far from careless eyes,
In the depths of the heart.
Some sweet hope to gladness wed,
That will spring afresh and new,
When grief's winter shall have fled,
Giving place to sun and dew;
Some sweet hope that breathes of spring,
Through the weary, weary time,
Budding for its blossoming,
In the spirit's silent clime.
Roses and Pearls
Poet: Paul Laurence Dunbar
Your spoken words are roses fine and sweet,
The songs you sing are perfect pearls of sound.
How lavish nature is about your feet,
To scatter flowers and jewels both around.
Blushing the stream of petal beauty flows,
Softly the white strings trickle down and shine.
Oh! speak to me, my love, I crave a rose.
Sing me a song, for I would pearls were mine.
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Conclusion
We hope you have been inspired by this collection of rose poems. Roses display such beauty, even with their thorns, reminding us that life can still bloom through challenges. Like the rose, may we continue to grow, share kindness, and appreciate the simple blessings around us each day.
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