Roses Poetry Quotes

#1. The obsessions of others are opaque to the unobsessed, and thus easy to mock. NASCAR, jazz, baseball, roses, poetry, quilts, fishing. If we're lucky, we all have at least one.

Roberta Smith

#2. Get it? Gender is a country, a field of signifying roses you can walk through, or wear tucked behind your ear.

Eventually the flower wilts & you can pick another, or burn the field, or turn & run back across the tracks.

(from "Essay on the Theory of Motion")

Cameron Awkward-Rich

#3. With Rue My Heart Is Laden
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.

A.E. Housman

#4. They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for awhile, then closes
Within a dream.

Ernest Dowson

#5. Someday you will name me,
then gently place those burning
holy roses in my hair.
[Songs of Longing]

Rainer Maria Rilke

#6. Why cry over dried flowers?
They're meant to be straw.
Why cry over miniature roses?
They're meant to be small.

Marilyn Chin

#7. Roses are like kamikaze love pilots.
Roses are like suicide love bombers.

Olivia Sudjic

#8. What the roses are saying cannot be heard through voice
but through beauty as you watch the rain slip
from their petals and hang from their edges.

(Dena Colhoff, student)

Timothy P. McLaughlin

#9. All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen.
A far sea moves in my ear.

Sylvia Plath

#10. Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree, And hovering above them ... is a fairy cupid tangled in a scarf of poetry.

James Whitcomb Riley

#11. A black cat among roses,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.
It is dazed with moonlight,
contented with perfume ...

Amy Lowell

#12. If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience ... would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?

Aberjhani

#13. To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.

Henri Frederic Amiel

#14. Though what is 'Romeo and Juliet' after all?" he added after a short pause. "The beauty of poetry and holiness of love are simply the roses under which they try to hide its rottenness. Romeo is just the same sort of animal as all the rest of us.

Anton Chekhov

#15. Silly little monster" all would say.
They'd scratch its head and turn away
until it snatched their tiny noses.
They couldn't even smell the roses!
Ever after, every child
dreaded monsters, fierce or mild.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#16. With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.

Aberjhani

#17. I breathe in...
the fragrance
of love, and moist sand
the one
his roses left
on both my hands

I just keep on breathing
every moment
as much as I can
preserving it, in my body
for the day
it can't.

Sanober Khan

#18. Well, one wearies of the Public Gardens: one wants a vacation
Where trees and clouds and animals pay no notice;
Away from the labeled elms, the tame tea-roses

Sylvia Plath

#19. A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.

Jean Cocteau

#20. Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.

Oscar Wilde

#21. I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

Siri Hustvedt

#22. I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

E. E. Cummings

#23. She is forever beautiful just like the roses.

Avijeet Das

#24. you were
and always will be

that first ever touch
to have fertilized
the ground
beneath my life's trees

that first ever rose
to have fragranced
the rest of my memories.

Sanober Khan

#25. Sometimes I struggle. Sometimes I falter. Sometimes I live in gray. But always I remember the yarrow you've grown in the spaces of my rib cage. I now love with roses from my heart, with lilacs from my mouth.

Elijah Noble El

#26. when i speak to you
i speak as though
i am offering a rose
in your hand.

Sanober Khan

#27. Every new day
Our children's joy is as fresh as roses,
Even the birds chatter at dawn.

Scott Hastie