Rose Poems

We have many rose bushes in our yard at home and I do enjoy strolling through rose gardens. Some of these strolls have inspired the poems below. Other poems are from my memory of roses. This hub looks at Roses, the beautiful flower with so many personalities, from all angles.

I hope you enjoy the original poetry, presented below, that takes inspiration from The Rose.

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Except as attributed, all poetry is copyright Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah) Reprint with permission.

A garden of roses in violet and yellow

I see through my kitchen glass

The worms nourish from the earth below

On Nature's perfectly painted canvas

That one, there, won a medal

From the Royal Rose Society

So, in that spot I let it settle

To bask in its notoriety

The thorny branches I prune in spring

And blooms delight through summer

A two-tone fleur of white and pink

Is just now attracting a hummer

When the time is right, I harvest the hips

To brew a tea served hot or iced

I relish my tea and take long deep sips

In the stores this is steeply priced

My garden of roses gives me console

Around 50 bushes and climbers have I

The virtues of roses I love to extol

They offer me a wordless lullaby

Plant a rose bush for your heirs

And as long as someone cares

It will very long give delight

With blooms in summer light

A still life is upon the wall

Of stemmed roses in a vase

This brightens the entry hall

Much better than it was

Delicate roses painted on the porcelain

The artist did with such an even hand

And any eye since can surely ascertain

The love transferred for ages planned

This slender stem doth need a vase

To hold it up with such esteem

And give it respite from nature's laws

A thing of beauty we do deem

It's petals shall keep tight a while

A lover's heart to right beguile

Aloft, a hint of fragrance flies

That attracts nose as well as eyes

Sitting amid the fragrant roses

She looks up from her book

A blue jay is making funny poses

To pull a worm from a hidden nook

She very much likes this garden

To read, reflect, take her parden

From the busy world outside the fence

A humble respite, this, her defense

After a time she rises to her feet

Stows her book, for now complete

And walks forward down one garden trail

Winding through bushes with clear avail

She'll wind her way and do her tour

Always whiffing the roses' store

Enjoying this, this simple bliss

An hour she would never miss