Roses Are Red Poems · Funny
Roses Are Red (Yes, It's Another One of These)
Roses are red, this format is tired,
I had until midnight; a poem was required.
But cliché or not, every word here is true:
of all of the poems, I'd still pick you.
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“Roses Are Red (Yes, It's Another One of These)” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/roses-yes-another-one
Quick facts
- Poem
- Roses Are Red (Yes, It's Another One of These)
- Poet
- The QuillOak Editors
- Length
- 4 lines
- Form
- Roses Are Red Poems, Quatrain, Rhyming Poems
- Themes
- Funny, Love, Short
Craft notes
How this poem works
Measured from the text on this page, not copied from a summary. Counts are approximate: syllables and rhymes come from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary, which models General American English, so dialect, older pronunciation, and performance can all change what you hear.
- Shape
- 4 lines · one 4-line stanza
- End rhyme
- AABB — couplets.
- Line length
- Lines run 10-13 syllables (median 11). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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Text, source & rights
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Original QuillOak text. Personal sharing is permitted; other reuse requires permission.
- Author record
- The QuillOak Editorstoday
- Source record
- QuillOak originalRoses Are Red (Yes, It's Another One of These), 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 4fe33f72fece4bb1…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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