Valentine's Day Rose Prose Poems

Valentine's day is coming. What prose poems do you know about Valentine's Day? The following are the prose poems of Valentine's Day roses that I compiled. Welcome to read them for reference!

Valentine's day rose 1 can't wake up from a dream. Pretend it's okay

I feel that people all over the world look like you.

I'm just afraid to call your name.

The lights there are dim, moths are on fire, and my heart aches.

You're leaving? !

I'm gonna cry! !

Happy Valentine's Day!

I'm crazy!

I call your name like Sister Xianglin,

I also brought your name into the cemetery.

That bouquet of roses,

Dead bones turned to ashes.

That bouquet of roses,

Kissed me on the mouth.

Rose for Valentine's Day 2 There is no road sign on this trip, so I can't see it on my face.

Beware of flaws

All the gifts in the supermarket are sold out.

Inside and outside the window

Through the stomach, man

And women.

Numerous pairs of eyes are tracking the whereabouts of a rose.

GPS has become a popular ornament in rose bouquets.

This day is a time bomb, a day of explosion.

All the defense lines, even the castle itself.

Will go up in smoke.

Tomorrow morning, my aunt will clean the room.

Smell the roses among the lilies.

Throw it in the garbage bag, with those.

Who owns Durex?

This festival proves this.

Ross, the destination you are looking for.

It was at midnight, with the first seed of mankind.

Get dressed and sleep well.

A person's Valentine's Day 3 The sun in February is as cool as water. No one will remember me, I am a shadow abandoned by time. Roses in full bloom in spring smell of love. A bird is chirping in the thin ice left in winter. Memory, broken on the ground.

I have a desperate reason to remember or forget the scenery of love forever; I had to pull a white cloud to cover my eyes and catch a spring thunder to cover my ears. Tear my breath and throw all my shadows into the bottom. I can be lonely and embrace the whole world.

In a song, I buried a bosom friend; After a while, a sigh about her resurrection, a rose stung the dream body, and a dear shattered the roaring eardrum.

The streets and alleys are full of festive faces. I touched my heartbeat with my hand, the pain of the living dead. Summon up the courage to take out dusty photos and chew the stranger's past slowly at the tuyere.

Love! Terrible and lovely water drops, either dripping through hard stones or moistening crimson petals. Tonight, I loudly shout the passing meteor, please take my wish away! I would like to turn into a tree in spring and hang jingling wind chimes on its branches just to forget a person's smile.