Roses Are Red Poems · Love
Roses Are Red (For Her, Who Hates Mornings)
Roses are red, the kettle is on,
you're grumpy and gorgeous each day before dawn;
and I'd give up sunrises, gladly, forever,
for coffee-breath kisses and mornings together.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- Roses Are Red (For Her, Who Hates Mornings)
- Poet
- The QuillOak Editors
- Length
- 4 lines
- Form
- Roses Are Red Poems, Quatrain, Rhyming Poems
- Themes
- Love, For Her, Short
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 4 lines · one 4-line stanza
- End rhyme
- No regular perfect end rhyme. The poem may still be using slant rhyme, assonance, or internal echo, which this check does not score.
- Line length
- Lines run 9-12 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 (For Her, Who Hates Mornings), 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 e0b66af0fb55639b…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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