Rose's Modern Poetry

As a cash crop, roses are mainly used for food and extracting rose oil, and rose oil is used in cosmetics, food, fine chemicals and other industries. The following is a modern poem about roses that I brought you. Welcome to appreciate and learn from.

Modern Poetry of Rose 1 Blue Rose

Roses are not flowers,

A wild horse galloped in the air;

Walking through the clouds,

The hoof clicked.

Love is not expressed,

An ink painting that has been passed down through the ages;

Jingwei embellishment,

Cross vertically and horizontally.

The rainbow in the sky opens its long arm,

Red, orange, yellow and green skies are hanging:

Hundreds of birds went on stage to sing a quartet,

Cadence and drunkenness.

red rose

999 roses,

A beautiful big flower basket.

The flowers are overflowing,

Everyone likes it;

Born beautiful,

Gorgeous;

I don't know, jealousy,

Still upset?

Thank you

Browse with a lot of comfort;

Smile,

Share each other's throbbing waves;

Relive that heavy concern,

Looking up at the rare blue sea and blue sky.

Looking back,

From silence;

Roses,

Look up to love.

Purple rose

No sigh,

Nor is it a symbol of humility;

I want to say:

If you lose something.

No longer romantic,

Not so melodramatic;

Too many,

A little haggard.

Every day is the same,

Watching you quietly.

Finally,

Your face is circling.

Take care of each other,

Comfort each other;

Ice-colored glass bottles,

Elliptical water memory.

Narrow space,

Enthusiastic intoxication

Hey,

"Little Show Coffee" once?

Classic bridge,

Simple, so transparent;

Roses in the corner,

Say, do I love you?

Modern Rose Poetry 2 "Roses for Valentine's Day"

The flickering red light of the candle

Roses are in full bloom all over the world today.

Give you 9999 roses.

You are my expectation in this life.

Full of tenderness

I gave it to you together.

We are immersed in the nursery rhymes of nature.

A beautiful night is like a dream.

All the roses are beautiful tonight.

The moon is hidden in silent happiness.

Starry infatuation.

I also walked into your dream.

Affectionate touching

Every glass of red wine is in Taoran.

Every time I look back, I feel warm.

You are my happiness in this life.

Tired of drinking.

Some roses withered halfway.

Lonely fragments

Piece withering

Like an obsessed cuckoo.

Crying blood with sound

It's hard to stop touching.

The moon is clean and there is no dust.

Some roses continue to bloom.

There is no romance at the moment.

Turned into a secular rose

Living in daily necessities.

At the time of disclosure

The bones rusted in the twilight.

Roses are silent in the silent night.

Modern Poetry of Rose 3 Bread Rose

Fifteen years old

Poetry fills the heart.

Moisturize a season of sweet stories

In the last line of this poem, the rose is curled up.

Silently for bread

weep

Twenty Two

Wrapped in a kiss at night

Sleeping in a poem covered with fallen leaves

At this moment, the rose symbolizes the luxury under the tulle skirt.

Wait quietly

happy

Seventy seven

A snow froze the past poems.

The smell of bread is getting old in my ears.

My eyes are blurred, but I have spread the broken rose petals in the past.

Just pray that love will sink into cholera.

freedom

Modern Poetry of Rose 4 "Poetry of Bread Rose"

Mincher has a good eye,

A dusty mandarin duck,

Forgotten footnotes,

Falling into hell from the clear sky again and again,

I lost my sense of direction in the southeast and northwest winds.

Day and night are connected,

Alternate day and night,

Silence presents the truest face of the years,

A pen is undoubtedly profound,

Carve the annual rings into thin bones,

Tears have turned amber at night,

There must be countless ghosts hidden in the devil's heart.

Waiting for the pain of dripping for you,

High-five and sing.

Rose in the Rain, a modern poem by Ross.

shadowy

It's still raining in Mao Mao

I am familiar with it.

Far mountain near water

in a flash

Into pieces.

Continuous shooting's splash-ink painting

Effect of water steaming

Stereoscopic reflection

Like fog

Such as sauna

Put the world's

Dust washing

From a distance

Fire cloud

In the blue gauze curtain

Ren weiyou

Wave to me again and again.

In my bright eyes

Infinite amplification

I stamped my foot and looked carefully.

Burning red dot

I'm close again.

It turned out to be

Charming roses

in the rain

There has never been a surprise.

Despite the fragrance of roses

Diffuse the whole body

Despite the oblique wind and rain

Spray on the face

I'm not a painter.

I really want to paint beautiful scenery.

I am not a photographer.

I really want to freeze her beauty.

Hate that I'm not prince charming

Unable to infer

pleochroic

An ecstatic story

I hate myself for being just a passer-by.

But I can't knit.

Fairy tales full of dreams

Is it rain or tears?

Can no longer tell

Although it is close at hand.

But it's far away.

I'm still staring

Her elegant posture.

Noble temperament

Become frivolous and unruly

Sometimes I can't get rid of it.

Sometimes it makes my heart beat.

Fiery petals

Immerse yourself in a raging passion

Lightning interweaving

Produced a dazzling spark.

The maiden and the beast

Touched the gods

I finally got it.

Music box sounds of nature

Break free from the bondage of darkness

Shoot the sword of Cupid.

ah

The rose in my heart

ah

Mona Lisa in my eyes

Rose's modern poem 6 1, no lover

No lover

This festival is empty.

I look at the clouds during the day.

Waiting for rain

No lover

The day was not unexpectedly pale.

I'm waiting for rain.

I also waited for the snowflakes that have been raging.

2, rose petals

A hot commodity in a flower shop

Roses were snapped up generously.

The petals are full of feelings.

Affect extraordinary feelings

Holding your hand

Roses, people are looking for extraordinary lovers.

Wife, dear, love brother.

Petals have a measure of truth and hypocrisy.

3. I long for love

Abandoned roses in the subway

Stab me in the eye

The wind was a little sad and sobbed.

People are crazy.

Hold hands, release hands and raise hands.

Whose rose slipped?

Pierce my arm with purple.

The bone of a fallen rose

I long for love.

Longing for the moon to be round

Branch to branch, wing to wing.

Longing for roses

Always open forever

Longing for you to be the guardian of flowers

Has been stationed in my heart