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 redViolets are blueSay anything you like cos it doesn't have to rhyme with anything1. And so are you2. And you make two3. And you are too4. And so do you5. And that's true of you6. That's why I love you7. 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 pennedRoses are redViolets are blueWhen they dished out brains/intelligence/IQ/good looks/common sense/abilityYou were (last) (first) in the queue

Roses are red,Violets are blueI made this cardJust for youIt's not the neatest,It wouldn't pass a testBut it's made with love-That makes it the best

Roses are Red,Violets are BlueIt's Valentines DayAnd I love you

Today I'm askingIf you'll be minePlease 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 redViolets are blueMeet me at SpecsaversFor a right seeing to

Roses are redViolets are blueI am a ramAnd I love ewe(And I screw ewe)

Rose are redViolets are blueYou can put your sausageOn my barbecue

Roses are redViolets are blueDo you fancy an African Grey?Or a Cockatoo?

Roses are redDaffodils are yellowI'm off to bedWon't you be my bed fellow?

Violets aren't blue, they're violetAnd only some roses are redLet's continue this biology lessonEnsconsed in your comfy bed

Roses are redBooks are readLet'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 rosesWere 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 timeThat the roses would appear.

Roses Red Poems for Valentines Day

She thought, he ordered rosesIn 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 themIn a very special place.She sat the vase of rosesBy 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 hardTo live without her mate.With loneliness and solitude,That had become her fate.And then on ValentinesJust as before,The doorbell rang, and there were roses,Sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in, and thenJust looked at them in shock.Then, went to get the telephone,To call the florist shop.The owner answered, and thenShe 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 DayThen, should ever I find outThat 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 slowlyReached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that heHad written her a note.Then, as she stared in total silence,This is what he wrote…“Hello my love, I know it’s beenA year since I’ve been gone,I hope it hasn’t been too hardFor 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 feelThe love we shared made everythingSo 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 rosesWill 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 youAnd 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 itPoems about roses being red are doggerel at its worstIn 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 sinceEnough to make every person over 16, winceSo why have I embarked upon this task?My regular readers are entitled to ask

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

To appeal to all those lasses and ladsWho hopefully will click my Google AdsValentine's Day is Worldwide, you seeAnd 'roses are red' poems, obligatoryI'm perfectly willing to prostitute my artFor, as you well know, I'm a search engine tart

Roses are red, violets are blueI'm schizophrenicAnd I am tooRoses are often white, violets can be pinkIt's time to end with this link, I think

Link coming after this

Roses are read,Please do read my message spelt out with rosesI did it when I was sozzedIt wasn't easy to doWhen I was writing 'prick'I was'ed.Roses are Red Poems

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Lancastrian roses are redYorkshire roses are whiteDon't even think to copy and pasteThis is all my copyright

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