Who Wrote Every Rose Has Its Thorn Poison Lyrics?

I still get a little thrill hearing that opening acoustic strum, and what always sticks with me is that 'Every Rose Has Its Thorn' was first cut for Poison's 1988 record 'Open Up and Say... Ahh!'. The band tracked the song during the album sessions in Los Angeles, shaping that tender acoustic ballad into the radio monster it became. Bret Michaels has talked about writing the song on the road, and the studio version captured on 'Open Up and Say... Ahh!' is the first proper recording most of us heard — the one that climbed to the top of the Billboard charts. If you’re into little trivia, that studio take turned a raw, personal tune into a polished single that still sounds intimate whenever I pull it up on a late-night playlist.

Late-night car radio vibes are perfect for this one — I always drop 'Every Rose Has Its Thorn' into playlists that need that bittersweet, sing-along moment. It’s like the emotional lull in a road-trip mixtape: you’ve had the upbeat singalongs earlier and now everyone’s quiet enough to belt the chorus. Put it right after a higher-energy anthem so the room slows down naturally. If I’m building a set with a clear mood arc, I use it in a few specific playlists: a '90s power-ballad mix, a breakup comfort playlist, or an acoustic-driven nostalgia list. It also works on mellow late-night playlists with artists who stripped their sound down — think acoustic covers or soft piano versions. I tend to follow it with something gentle, maybe an acoustic cover or a slower harmonic track, so the emotional wave doesn’t crash too hard. It’s one of those songs that anchors a moment, and I love hearing strangers on the subway quietly humming along.

I still sing the opening line whenever a slow song comes on at a bar, so this question hits home for me. Officially, 'Every Rose Has Its Thorn' by Poison was a huge hit in 1988 and climbed to No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 then, but there isn’t a single, dramatic universal “re-entry” moment into the main Hot 100 that everyone points to later. Instead, the song has popped back onto various charts over the years—digital-download charts, catalog charts, and streaming/legacy playlists—whenever something pushed listeners to revisit it. If you want a specific re-entry date for a particular chart, the best route is to check the archives: Billboard’s chart history for Poison shows peaks and any later chart appearances, and the Official Charts Company covers the U.K. Catalog or singles re-entries. I’ve done this a few times for other nostalgic tracks and usually find one-off surges tied to TV appearances, anniversaries, or viral clips. For me, it’s less about one re-entry date and more about those little nostalgia waves that keep the song alive on the charts every now and then.

Sometimes I find myself staring at a bouquet on my kitchen table, fingers tracing a petal while my thumb lightly grazes a thorn, and this little sting always makes me think about what we mean when we say a rose has a thorn. To me, the rose often stands for beauty, desire, or the ideal of love, while the thorn is the inevitable pain that comes with something precious. It doesn't always have to be heartbreak; sometimes the thorn is a lesson, a boundary, or the cost of protecting what you care about. Culturally, people pile meanings onto that image—there's the late-80s song 'Every Rose Has Its Thorn' by 'Poison' that frames the thorn as romantic regret, but literature and myths use thorns as defenses, sacrifices, or trials. And then there's the idea of poison: if a thorn is poison, that suggests betrayal or toxicity, which is a stronger, darker reading. I tend to read the thorn as a signal rather than a sentence. A prick can warn you to be careful, or it can mark growth after pain. So no, not every rose-thorn-poison combo strictly equals heartbreak; sometimes it's growth, sometimes it's protection, and sometimes it's a messy mix of both.

I still get a little flutter when I see a rose-and-thorn tattoo walking down the street—there's instantly a song and a memory attached. For me, the phrase comes straight from the song 'Every Rose Has Its Thorn' by Poison, and in tattoo form it usually means a mix of beauty and pain. People wear it to admit that something gorgeous—love, success, a person—can also hurt, or to say they carry scars beneath pretty facades. Sometimes I use it as a shorthand for hard-won lessons. I’ve seen the design inked as a literal rose with a razor-sharp thorn, and other times as a softer watercolor rose with a tiny black dot for the thorn. Placement matters: over a heart, it reads like love lost; on a wrist, it can be a private reminder; on a forearm, it’s more declarative. If you’re thinking of getting one, think about whether you want it to mourn, warn, or celebrate—each vibe changes the meaning in a surprisingly personal way.

There's something deliciously theatrical about a rose being the carrier of poison, and I think filmmakers love it because it combines instant symbolism with a tactile, cinematic moment. Visually, a rose is perfect: it's beautiful, familiar, and its red petals read immediately as love, passion, or danger. A thorn gives a quick signifier that beauty and violence live together—so when a character lingers over a bloom, the audience already knows a secret is tucked inside. That small action (brushing a petal, closing a fold, or being pricked) is a compact, elegant way for film to show betrayal without clumsy exposition. Think of how much can be said with a close-up on fingers and a single bead of blood or a drop falling into a glass; it's economical storytelling. On top of symbolism, there are practical reasons: roses are portable, private, and intimate. They work in close quarters (a whisper, a handoff at a ball) where a gun or overt attack would break the scene's mood. So directors use them to keep the tone while still delivering the threat. I always get a little thrill when a flower appears in a tense scene—it's such a sly, old-school move that still lands hard.

Miley Cyrus’s take on 'Every Rose Has Its Thorn' is the one that sticks with me most. I heard her version late one night while scrolling through covers on YouTube and it felt like the song finally grew up a little—she strips back the glam and leans into a raw, vulnerable vocal that suits the lyrics. Her phrasing is softer, more conversational, and that intimacy makes the heartbreak land differently than Poison’s arena-sized original. What I love is how her voice reframes the song: it becomes less about a big rock confession and more like a personal diary entry. If you grew up with the original and later encountered her cover, it’s almost like meeting the same person ten years down the road—wiser, quieter, still hurting. For anyone wanting a version to listen to alone on a rainy afternoon, this one’s my go-to; it’s comforting in a melancholic way, and it made me replay it more than once that first week.

Sometimes a single line of a song will nag at me until it crawls into a plot idea, and 'Every Rose Has Its Thorn' did exactly that for a whole wave of writers I hung out with online. The contrast between the delicate rose and the sharp thorn became shorthand for relationships that are gorgeous in public but painful in private, so a lot of fics used that image to frame slow-burn romances turning toxic or to show the moment of betrayal that splits lovers apart. I ended up writing one where the chorus was threaded between chapters like a leitmotif: each refrain marked a memory of better days, then a sudden prick that rewired the characters' feelings. Other people made songfics—literal transcripts of characters singing lines during a road trip or at a bar, which is oddly cathartic. It pushes scenes toward confessional monologues or late-night letters, and it naturally invites hurt/comfort, reunion arcs, and even AU reunions where a character moves to a small town to escape and finds the thorn was something inside them all along. On a night when I had too much coffee and old tour posters on the wall, I found myself titling chapters after lines from the song. It gives a ready-made emotional beat that readers recognize, and for many writers, that recognition turns into a fertile spring for exploration rather than imitation.