Roses Are Red Poems · Love
Roses Are Red (You're Hopeless at Dancing)
Roses are red, you're hopeless at dancing,
but somehow you're great at this whole romancing:
you remember my coffee, my mother, my dreams —
love isn't grand gestures. It's you, in the seams.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- Roses Are Red (You're Hopeless at Dancing)
- Poet
- The QuillOak Editors
- Length
- 4 lines
- Form
- Roses Are Red Poems, Quatrain, Rhyming Poems
- Themes
- Love, For Him, Funny, Short
Craft notes
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- 4 lines · one 4-line stanza
- Line length
- Lines run 10-12 syllables (median 11). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- The QuillOak Editorstoday
- Source record
- QuillOak originalRoses Are Red (You're Hopeless at Dancing), authored for QuillOak by The Quillery
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 74d14e764414a209…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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