Top 20 Most Beautiful Poems About Roses

Author: Nguyen Anh Hien

You return along the misty, narrow path

Each step weary on the lonely, old route

A little less laughter now stirs the heart
For love was never as sweet as the tale
Leaving behind lingering sadness untold

A rose sheds petals in the wind's gentle hold
A drop of sorrow falls quietly into life
Time swiftly steals away the bloom of youth
Each night brings soft sighs under the moonlight

Still, you long for the solace of a shoulder
As tears quietly flow, unneeded and endless
How many nights spent cold in solitude
Wondering if that person still remembers you.

Author: Nguyen Quang Long

With tender hands, I offer crimson roses

To the one who toiled to raise me

Through endless hardship, wearied and worn

Wishing only for my growth and success

Thank you, Mother, for a boundless love

For nurturing me through each passing day

Hands calloused, tears silently shed

Your frail frame grows thinner, evident to all

A mother’s love, vast and infinite

Like oceans deep, like radiant sunlight

Guiding my path through life’s journey

Shielding me from every hardship faced

For those with mothers, never cause her tears

Do not let sorrow touch her gentle eyes

With these hands, I present her a rose

To express my heartfelt gratitude and devotion!

A mother’s love is the most sacred and profound emotion, an unparalleled gift that shapes our lives. It is the first love we receive as tiny beings entering this world. No gesture, no gratitude can ever repay the debt of a mother’s sacrifice and care. This rose is my humble tribute to my beloved mother, a token of my deepest respect and love.

Author: Phan Thi Thanh Nhan

We planned to meet before Tet

I brought along a red rose

So many beautiful wishes

I hoped the flower could convey

Idle chatter filled the air

Your mother aged another year

The Hanoi trees stood tall

Work awaited in the coming days

Knowing your life is burdened

With responsibilities and tasks

Your kind and caring nature

Your gaze so deep and distant

Suddenly, I felt awkward

My thoughts seemed so childish

Would you laugh if I offered?

Better to take the rose back

Oh, poor unoffered flower

What meaning does it hold

When near someone so profound...

Red roses fade too quickly!

'The Untouched Flower' is a poem the author wrote to express admiration for poet To Hoai. Despite the deep sentiment, it was never openly shared.

Author: Nguyen Khanh Chan

Raising a child reveals a parent’s heart

Don’t say 'if only'—it’s far too late

The shadow of time flows one way

Life’s rhythm beats, never ceasing its pace

This rose of gratitude reflects a mother’s love

Her nurturing care, vast as the ocean and sky

In July, the month of filial piety returns

Act now before it’s too late—before the leaves fall

Each year during the seventh lunar month, Buddhists perform offerings, donate to monks, and pray for the souls of ancestors and parents to find peace. This tradition is a way of showing gratitude to departed family members. The poem reminds everyone to cherish and honor their parents while they are still alive.

Author: Nguyen Binh

Here it is, a single rose

And with it, a trace of desolate fragrance

Hair disheveled, I return to the capital

Entangled by nine strands of sorrow for one heart

My love, like a rose in bloom

Dwells in the ditch of misfortune, in silent solitude

In the capital, dust drifts endlessly

Where can I find someone who loves roses?

This poem presents a rose not merely as a symbol of deep and sincere love but as an embodiment of the author’s own emotions. For the poet, the rose reflects the doubts and sadness surrounding his fate in love. He wonders, amidst the grandeur of the capital, if he will find someone who truly loves roses. Through this question, the author expresses a deeper yearning—whether, in this bustling city, he will discover a love meant for him.

Author: Minh Chau

I stepped into the winter's early light

And saw her with a rose, petals tight
The rose just bloomed, her shyness shown

Pure white consumed my soul alone

The rose was white as a dream untold

Yet she turned it red, so bold

I hid my sorrow with playful scorn

Eyes heavy with red and white adorned.

Do you know, roses have thorns?

Flowers so careless, they love no one

You love the rose; I, it despise

For it caused your pain, made you cry.

The rose so beautiful, she the same

Her purity mirrors the white rose’s name

Her innocence, a rare and precious flame

I longed to shield her from all life’s blame.

But winter grew colder than before

Her smile faded, her laughter no more

Without her joy, even roses forgot to bloom

And I mourned the white rose's doom.

Beyond the window, frost bit the air

She wore her thin gown, fragile, bare

The wind, the rain—she welcomed it all

Why such sadness in her gentle call?

Rose petals lingered in her quiet space

She sat, cloaked in solitude’s embrace

No longer the girl she used to be

The white rose etched its loss onto me...

The white rose embodies innocence, grace, and understanding. It symbolizes not only pure and noble love but also serves as an apology for heartfelt mistakes made in love.

Author: Le Minh Quoc

I gifted you a rose’s petal

And felt a sharp pain from its thorn

Hands open and close, forlorn

Yet its fragrance lingers with me, unshorn

The petal I gave to you, now gone

Why does my heart still feel so drawn?

You left, your white dress swaying

Leaving behind the scent—and my aching

A petal far from its source, misplaced

Oh, do not let it be disgraced

Amidst your youthful pride and grace

Is this petal the fairest in its place?

You walked away before I could speak

My hands still sting from the thorn’s streak

Caught in the wind’s wistful sigh

The rose’s scent lingers, never to die.

Le Minh Quoc, a distinguished member of Vietnam’s Journalists and Writers’ Associations, penned the touching poem "The Rose." It captures the nervous yet heartfelt emotions of a first love, where a rose petal becomes a vessel for unspoken feelings and lingering yearnings.

Author: Dinh Hung

In the affectionate night, countless roses bloom,

You come here, sharing a tender tune.

With a soul scented by the dreams of youth,

We speak softly, hearts aligned in truth.

Love isn't distant, yet words drift like the breeze,

Why add to this dream's fleeting ease?

Speak, my love, every subtle thought that thrills,

Each flutter as the petals of our hearts unseal.

Each quiver in the rhythm of a breath's embrace,

Each rapture glimpsed in a fleeting smile’s trace.

Oh, the vastness of longing, dear one,

The whispering pulse of life barely begun.

Oh, the infinite tremor of a small, crimson heart,

Echoing passion that shakes the stars apart.

Speak, my love, for the falling stars will hear,

As the universe fades within us, near.

This gentle, evocative poem brims with profound emotion, serving as a sanctuary for love and devotion during a night of sweet intimacy.

Author: Do Huu Tai

I offer you a single rose,

For us to immerse in the circle of love's woes.

Even if it's just a fleeting moment's grace,

Before we even meet, we part in a silent trace.

Tonight, my heart stirs in unrest,

I guide you to the peak of love's quest.

Your small form sways in the wind's cold kiss,

The winter breeze carries the ache of this love's bliss.

Take the rose, dear, before it fades away,

Falling in the river of time, where dreams may stray.

In the stillness of the night, the waves seem so wide,

Where does this longing drift, in this endless tide?

Love is but a sweet, fleeting hour,

Come, my love, lean into my heart's power.

Our love boat will sail, guided by the moon's light,

Through calm waters, under the starry night.

Why don't you accept this rose from me?

My heart is heavy with uncertainty.

In the stillness of the night, I ask alone,

My love, how long until you're finally home?

The cold winds bring pain and sorrow's blow,

My feet grow weary, waiting for you to show.

Another night awake, lost in thought's embrace,

Without my love, the rose's beauty fades in this empty space.

The poet defines love as a sweet and passionate experience. For him, love is an intoxicating fragrance that captures the heart, leaving everyone entranced in its tender scent.

Author: Tu Ke Tuong

I give you these golden rose petals,

Carrying all my tender emotions in my hands.

Though life brings sun, dust, rain, and clouds,

The essence of the flower remains bright through the days gone by.

My love for you is like a first love,

The golden hue intoxicating, as we walk together in bliss.

The familiar path bears the marks we've made,

And your smile lingers even when you're not near.

I am like the distant wind from far away,

Stopping by to share in the joy of our love's game.

Between sun and rain, we are still moved,

The flower speaks where words fall short – spring reflects the heart's truth.

Author: Thành Quý

The rose unexpectedly blooms in the heart of winter,

The sky paints a dreamy scene of heavenly beauty.

The wanderer, lost in love, feels something unique,

Could it be love, longing for a fleeting moment?

Like the butterfly, gently fluttering its wings,

The rose blushes, shy in its vibrant bloom.

The subtle fragrance stirs the heart to remember,

Leaving a lasting imprint in the soul of the one who loves.

Through the night, thoughts drift far away,

With a silent longing for an eternal promise.

Hoping for a world where love and the butterfly remain,

Where happiness endures through the years.

Oh, love, how foolish it seems sometimes,

Hard to express to the one you adore.

The words, though written, still hold the mark,

And memories never fade through the years.

Author: Thành Quý

How beautiful the roses bloom in the grasslands,

Bathed in the soft light of the gentle sun.

The cactus, shy with its thorns, dreams unspoken,

While the green grass sways in the quiet breeze.

The dust and storm bury unspoken sorrows,

A soft rain falls, clearing away the worries.

The roses bloom beautifully, calling from the distant evening,

The wanderer, intoxicated, never forgets this beauty.

Author: Tuyền Linh

You were born a rose,

Spreading fragrance, revealing beauty in the vast sky.

Your voice of love, sweet on your lips,

Like poetry whispered by the wind.

I, a traveler from afar,

Stop to admire the flowers and offer my heart.

How truly beautiful you are,

Your eyes, lips, a delicate bloom of innocence.

My heart turns from night to day,

Oh, how much I love this moment of meeting you!

The verse feels soft and drunk with emotion,

All the poetry rises from my soul.

Perhaps my sorrow has ended,

Since I encountered the rosy glow of your beauty.

Outwardly, you seem shy,

But your love is already eager to come closer.

Looking at your flawless beauty,

Why must you carry thorns on your form?

Pity for those love-struck fools,

Like me, wondering if you will allow me to?

I reach to pluck a rose,

Only to realize I’ve taken the wrong path in love.

The poem, "Roses and Me," speaks of a wanderer's encounter with a captivating rose, whose fragrance entranced him from the moment they met.

Poem by: Phi Tám

I gift you a rose,

To celebrate our friendship, warm and true. How old are you, my dear?

Let me greet you, send my regards to your loved ones...

Though far away, our friendship feels close,

You are beautiful, perfect in every way.

If you're destined for me, smile, please,

Let your rosy cheeks brighten the world.

May the moon shy away, and butterflies feel jealous,

As we stand before the grand mountains, bowing their heads.

The sea calms, the waves gently meet,

Oh, how your beauty makes my heart ache, searching for a love like you.

Through the hardships of life,

The world has shaped you into someone truly stunning.

I wish for you to share some of that love,

And let us dream of a future where we love each other.

Let us love until the end of time,

With heaven and earth as our witnesses, building a life together.

The future is bright and full of promise,

And we’ll have children, grandchildren, shining bright... in the days to come.

Author: Thu Nguyễn

The dawn rises over the rose garden,

A gentle breeze whispers through the window frame.

Softly, the flowers speak: 'The sky is brightening, my friend.'

The roses smile, nodding politely,

Thank you, they say, for the sun's warm embrace.

The rose, delicate and small, like a shy young maiden,

And the young man, the bright light of dawn,

Together, they create a magnificent scene,

Capturing the hearts of wandering souls.

Author: Quý Thành

Radiantly beautiful across the vast plains,

The elegance blooms gently by the stream.

The cactus flaunts its colors, with its delicate thorns,

The lush green grass dances with the wind.

The sand and dust, as though part of life's ebb and flow,

A morning rain showers softly, tilting as it falls.

The rose, passionately red, fades into the evening,

Capturing hearts with its intoxicating beauty.

Author: Lê Văn Trước

There are words I haven't said yet,

When we still walked our separate paths,

Just like I want to ask,

Spring, has it come yet? Has it come to you?

The soft morning sun beams down,

As the flower cart enters the town,

Carrying small chrysanthemums,

And large, fragrant frangipani blooms.

You bring fragrance into the street,

Carrying love and longing for me,

The delicate flowers sway gently,

The green leaves rustle on the branches.

Red roses,

Given as a token of a hundred years of love,

Golden chrysanthemums,

Blooming bright in that spring.

I confess my love to you.

Poem by: Dương Hiếu

You are like a blooming rose,

Its fragile petals gently fading in the embrace of spring.

Softly, like a fleeting cloud,

We meet, and just as quickly, you slip away, leaving me longing.

My heart flutters,

As I guide you to the peak of love's hill.

Your figure, small and graceful,

Trembles in the cold, as my heart shivers with longing.

I hold the rose carefully,

Its sharp thorns prick my hands as I cradle it gently.

The subtle fragrance wafts through the air,

Carrying my longing towards you, across the distance.

Just a brief touch, and I am swept away...

My soul drifts, lost in confusion,

The boat of love sails us together,

Gliding gently beneath the moonlit sky, floating in peaceful bliss.

Love, symbolized by the rose,

Our hearts beat together through the night.

Inhaling deeply, breathing softly...

My words reach out, seeking to build a bridge to you!

Author: Anh Văn (Pen name: Hải Hà)

The scent of a blooming rose

Is like my love for you, forever strong and true.

A sweet kiss upon your soft lips,

Our bond growing sweeter, sealing our fate.

Raindrops fall, each one wrapped in love,

Carrying my memories, full of longing for you.

Golden autumn sun weaves through the sky,

The rose I offer, though late, now marks our meeting.

If only I could capture the golden moon,

And gift it to you, my love, as the heavens intended.

I love you fully, with all my heart,

The wedding carriage ready to bring you home as my bride.

Author: Ph. Lăng Trường

My heart blooms a rose,

Its red as vibrant as your lips, do you know?

How captivating is the sweet scent,

As love lingers, dripping with rich fragrance.

My ears hear the crisp call of birds,

Chirping and echoing, filling the garden with song.

Back then, when you passed, spring came too,

Bringing joy and happiness, ringing like a bell.

I cherish and protect it deep within,

Afraid the sun or rain will wither the bloom.

I water it, whispering poems softly,

Yet my soul wonders if it is the right place to grow?