Writing Prompt

Painted red roses.

Their true colors hidden.

The red makes them

Seem hostile.

The red repells people.

But really,

the roses want company.

The roses _need_ company.

Yet the roses are alone.

Those poor roses;

The paint burns them,

Wilts their delicate petals,

Saps their gentle beauty.

The roses just want it

To be over with....

Red like the color of my cheeks when we embrace,

Holding me tight against your chest as if I’m going to disappear,

Oh, how my face warms up from your presence alone,

Our love is like a red rose.

Velvety like the feeling of your soft lips latched onto mine,

Every single kiss melting my heart into sludge,

Hands touching, skin touching,

Our love is like a red rose.

Precious like every moment we spe...

I’ve always loved fresh roses.

The smell is intoxicating.

No one ever gave me

fresh roses until the man

I’d eventually marry.

In the beginning, I got

red roses for Valentine’s Day,

my birthday, every occasion.

Then suddenly or slowly,

the roses stopped .

I didn’t even realize how

much he’d changed.

He hid his rage and alcoholism

very well. When I dared to

look in his eyes, I saw

the devi...

There’s something beautiful about a wilted flower.

There’s something sweet about a buzzing bumblebee.

There’s something old about ground soil.

There’s something wistfult about an autumn tree.

There’s something secretive about a stone.

There’s something misunderstood about a weed.

There’s something lonely about a picked petal.

There’s something sophisticated about a buried seed.

There’s something...

Red roses

Are quite beautiful

In rows of ten

Or more

How they grow to be so wonderful?

Now that’s a secret

I cannot tell

For you will find

The roses were not always red

Red roses

Are quite beautiful

In rows of ten

Or more

Why ten you ask?

Why that is a secret

I cannot tell

For the lord will have me held

For my sins

Red roses

Aren’t they beautiful?

Growing beside

Ten rows of men

All dead

But wil...

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I’m quite crude,

My attitude is a bit skewed.

I don’t mean to be rude,

But sometimes honesty can intrude.

I say what everyone’s thinking,

Yet somehow it leaves everyone blinking.

With mouth full of swords, I often strike,

Igniting flames, both dark and bright.

My tongue, a blade, swift and keen,

Leaving scars where its edge has been....

red roses may be pretty

but their color is from the

blood spilled on their perfect petals

during that fight we had

over that summer

do you remember the fields

we would lay in

day after day

night before nights became too dark for us too see

red roses tied in a

motherfucking bouqet

that used to be white

but their color turned

when my heart shattered

and the blood burst in your hands

fields o...

Sometimes I wonder-

What blood would look like-

On white marble shining-

Adrenaline pumping-

Knife is cutting-

Suicide running-

Then as I glanced-

Upon a sight as so-

A bright red puddle-

On the floor-

The knife in my hand-

God, I’m insane-

I love the way it feels-

Then I realized-

Blood on white marble-

Shining in the light-

Liquid so pretty-

Isn’t it just like-

Red Rose petals-

Bleeding down...

White roses are always overlooked

Like me,

Sitting in the back

Reading some book

They don’t stand out much

They’re pale in the light

No one cares about them

Only red ones catch eyes

But if you ask me,

I wouldn’t want any red roses

They remind me of the blood and the pain

And why I wrote this

So if you send me a bouquet

(thank you in advance)

Don’t put any red ones,

Give the white rose a chance...

We must have all heard the phrase

“Roses are red and violets are blue”

Too many times to count

After all

Red roses are a sign of compassion and comfort

Of perfection and passion

But roses, these beautiful red roses, are also a sign of love

The love that you show to me everyday

Making me feel giddy and euphoric

Though these are all things that red roses symbolize

Red roses also symbolize somet...