Rose Are Red Poems For Her Novels & Stories

"Do you think my sister was as desperate and helpless as you are now when she left, calling for help but no one was there. Joanne, you should have thought of this day when you were thinking of replacing your sister. Let me cleanse your dirty soul today.'' Blood splattered everywhere, staining this white dress of mine red, just like the red roses I love. Besides being passionate and exuberant roses also meant “I love you”. ‘I love you, Riley. If you were in heaven, could you see that I have avenged your death? We didn't have a good time in this life, let's be sisters again in the next, okay? I'll plant you a yard full of baby’s breath. I'll make money so that our mom won't have to work so har

he asked in surprise. "There's a beautiful woman in a red dress, with long black hair, but wearing large light blue glasses." Kenzie pointed in the direction that was filled with many people. Rose tried to figure out the figure Kenzie was referring to. Still, she couldn't find a beautiful woman with the intended features. Many women were dressed in red, but none were wearing blue glasses. "Roses are like you and Ruby like. Ruby with red roses and Rose with white roses." Ryan looked at the beautiful rose in Rose's hand.

She was taking care of it. There she also found Moss Rose of many colors whose beauty was amazing. She sighed softly, admiring the flowers. She loved roses, especially the red one. Though every flower was her favourite, roses had a different place in her heart. Red and deep, just like blood. They represented a very beautiful meaning—beauty and love. Because it was considered the most beautiful flower, God even gave it thorns to protect itself from the cruel world. But the reason for the thorns is not the only one. Love and beauty, both have to sacrifice. Having both is definitely a pain.

, she reads, and a red hue crepts on her cheeks. “To match the colour of your cheeks there is a bouquet of red roses. But to match the epitome of beauty you are, I found nothing”, it says with a sad smile. “Anyways… I still tried my level best and realised whatever you wear itself brings a charm over. So, here is a gift specially designed for you but I hope, though it doesn't match your charms. It does add more spark to you instead of taking it down”, she reads and blushes hard.

The birds are singing. I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- September comes. The light changes. The mornings get cooler. The roses start to fade. But the oak tree stands tall. The oak tree does not care about September. The oak tree just keeps growing. Slow and steady. The way trees do. --- Damon and I plant more roses. Not white ones. Red ones. The kind that mean love. The kind that mean passion. The kind that mean I am here and I am staying and I am not going anywhere.

The flowers bloomed happily, in all shades of the fluorescent and pastel rainbow. The blood red rose that stood upward in front of the field beamed at me, with the rugged thorns clashing anything that would dare to put a finger on the stem. I was tempted by my own curiosity, my own feelings of danger for this single rose. The rose was me guarded and kept away. I bent down to study the marvelous waving rose in the wind. So happy she once was. So loved she is now. So surrounded by happy beings and she can't seem to forget about her past that darkens her every petal, she's dying inside.

A red rose which shines and clearly emerges into the room because the whole room is black. And everywhere in the room there are black roses and that's why this red rose looks more beautiful. I held my body and, with the force of my right arm, I sat on the floor, then I stood up and walked towards this red rose. It is so beautiful and attractive. I have never seen such a beautiful rose, a red rose with so many petals, about twenty, before. I sat beside it and saw that rose which is so attractive and isn't an ordinary rose. On seeing this rose, I just thought about my past.

It grows with every step they take toward me, with every petal added to my arms. And then I see her. Sophia. She walks slowly, a single rose in her hands. Deep red. Bold. Different from everything else I've been handed. She stops in front of me and meets my gaze, and there's something so peaceful in her eyes that I can’t look away.

I echoed her. Rosa might be engaged and all, but that still doesn't erase the fact that she is still just 23 and the youngest here. So she really finds it hard to rein in her emotions. Her face instantly lit up like a Christmas tree. “Here,” she thrust the bouquet of flowers and box of chocolate to me. “I got these for you when I heard you were coming in today.” I took her gifts with a big smile on my face. “Thank you,” I said but as I looked down at the bouquet, my throat closed up when I noticed that it was red roses.

She blinked, adjusting to the light, and then— she gasped. Her hands flew to her mouth as she turned in a slow circle, taking in the sea of roses—red, pink, white—blooming in perfect harmony. The petals glowed under the sun, the garden alive with color and fragrance. "Rami…"Her voice was barely a whisper. "This is… for me?"