Poems Starting Roses are Red

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Valentine's Day is hurtling towards us and, hungry for traffic for this newish blog, I'm concentrating on Valentine Poems because I know there will be a huge number of searches in the next couple of weeks.

Poems starting Roses are Red are favoured by young folk because the -eu- sound of blue rhymes with 'you' which makes it easy to compliment or insult the recipient

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Say anything you like cos it doesn't have to rhyme with anything
1. And so are you
2. And you make two
3. And you are too
4. And so do you
5. And that's true of you
6. That's why I love you
7. I'm addicted to/obsessed with/in love with/you

Check out these Poems Starting Roses are Red

Here's a few more I've penned

Roses are red
Violets are blue
When they dished out brains/intelligence/IQ/good looks/common sense/ability
You were (last) (first) in the queue

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
I made this card
Just for you
It's not the neatest,
It wouldn't pass a test
But it's made with love-
That makes it the best

Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue
It's Valentines Day
And I love you

Today I'm asking
If you'll be mine
Please say yes (Harry)...
Be my Valentine

Romantic Valentine Poems

The rest, suitable perhaps for Valentine cards, are risque

If you're easily offended, don't read on

Rose are red
Violets are blue
Meet me at Specsavers
For a right seeing to

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am a ram
And I love ewe
(And I screw ewe)

Rose are red
Violets are blue
You can put your sausage
On my barbecue

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Do you fancy an African Grey?
Or a Cockatoo?

Roses are red
Daffodils are yellow
I'm off to bed
Won't you be my bed fellow?

Violets aren't blue, they're violet
And only some roses are red
Let's continue this biology lesson
Ensconsed in your comfy bed

Roses are red
Books are read
Let's go read in bed

More Poems Starting Roses are Red

A little bit bad but it's original material and t'internet needs some original material.

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Roses Red Poems

This has done the email rounds but in this run up to St. Valentine's Day it is worthy of another outing

Red roses were her favorites,
Her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them,
Tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses
Were delivered to her door.
The card said, “Be my Valentine”,
Like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses,
And the note would always say,
“I love you even more this year,
Than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow,
With every passing year.”
She knew this was the last time
That the roses would appear.

Roses Red Poems for Valentines Day

She thought, he ordered roses
In advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know,
That he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early,
Way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy,
Everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them
In a very special place.
She sat the vase of roses
By the portrait of his face.
She would sit for hours,
In her husband’s favorite chair.
While staring at his picture,
And the roses sitting there.

Roses Red Poems for Valentine's Day

A year went by, and it was hard
To live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude,
That had become her fate.
And then on Valentines
Just as before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses,
Sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in, and then
Just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone,
To call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and then
She asked him to explain,
Who would do this to her,
Causing so much pain?

Roses Red Poems for Valentine's Day

“I know your husband passed away,
More than a year ago,”
The owner said, “I knew you’d call,
And you would want to know.
The flowers you received today,
Were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead,
He left nothing to chance.

There is a standing order,
That I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance,
You’ll get them every year.
There also is another thing,
That I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card…
He did this years ago.

Roses Red Poems for Valentine's Day

Then, should ever I find out
That he’s no longer here,

That’s the card…that should be sent,
To you the following year.”

She thanked him and hung up the phone,
Her tears now flowing hard.

Her fingers shaking, as she slowly
Reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he
Had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence,
This is what he wrote…
“Hello my love, I know it’s been
A year since I’ve been gone,
I hope it hasn’t been too hard
For you to overcome.

Roses Red Poems for Valentine's Day

I know it must be lonely,
And the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way,
I know how I would feel
The love we shared made everything
So beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say,
You were the perfect wife.

You were my friend and lover,
You fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year,
But please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy,
Even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses
Will be sent to you for years.

Roses Red Poems for Valentine's Day

When you get these roses,
Think of all the happiness,
That we had together,
And how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you
And I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on,
You have some living still.

Please…try to find happiness,
While living out your days.
I know it is not easy,
But I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year,
And they will only stop,
When your door’s not answered,
When the florist stops to knock.

He will come five times that day,
In case you have gone out.
But after his last visit,
He will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place,
Where I’ve instructed him,
And place the roses where we are,
Together once again.

Roses Red Poems

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Jon Bratton 2009

but note: this piece is by Author Unknown

Roses are Red Poems

This fantastic roses and violets picture is from http://flickr.com/photos/35318832@N00/1148167067/

Roses are red poems... well, that's just utter nonsensical shit

Roses are flowers...that's it...build a bridge...get over it
Poems about roses being red are doggerel at its worst
In 1590 Sir Edmund Spenser wrote this first

"She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew,
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew".

(notice the appalling spelling)

It has spawned Valentine poems ever since
Enough to make every person over 16, wince
So why have I embarked upon this task?
My regular readers are entitled to ask

My piece entitled Roses are red poems continues....

Valentine's Day is Worldwide, you see
And 'roses are red' poems, obligatory
I'm perfectly willing to prostitute my art
For, as you well know, I'm a search engine tart

Roses are red, violets are blue
I'm schizophrenic
And I am too
Roses are often white, violets can be pink
It's time to end with this link, I think

Link coming after this

Roses are read,
Please do read my message spelt out with roses
I did it when I was sozzed
It wasn't easy to do
When I was writing 'prick'
I was'ed.

Roses are Red Poems

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Lancastrian roses are red
Yorkshire roses are white
Don't even think to copy and paste
This is all my copyright

Jon Bratton © 2009