|Flowers have always been a symbol of brightness as they spread happiness all around. Flowers are the best way to portray your feelings, as among the various flowers, roses have always been the best medium to speak what you feel by masking use of the most appropriate color rose as different roses have different meanings.
Meaning Of Dead Roses
Well we often have heard about the red, yellow, pink, peach and other color roses but have we ever come across a rose called Dead Rose? The answer could be Yes, Maybe, No Idea or Simply No. We often show our love, and positive feelings for our near and dear greeting them with the flowers, gifts and other things. Have we ever thought to showcase our negative feelings for someone that to greeting with a Rose flower called as dead rose. Dead roses can be used for a variety of occasions. They are beautiful and graceful and can be given as a romantic gift for those with a darker side. They can be used for as a retirement gift, or for mortuary science students. Also for someone you dislike you can send as dead rose as they help sending a message to someone you dislike.
Dead roses of Pushin Daisies come with a gift card in a coffin shaped box.
Gifting A Dead Rose
If you want to present someone a dead rose then you could dry a red rose or any other color rose few months before and present it on the desired day or simply buy from any of the florist shop selling dead roses as they generally dry Red roses over several months using a special drying technique and when you order your single rose, it is presented with tissue paper, ribbon and will be delivered in a 8" black, coffin shaped box. They also come with the perfect gift tag, and are called the dead roses.
Poem On Dead Rose
Could you ever thing someone writing a poem on dead rose? Well Elizabeth Barrett Browning has written a poem A Dead Rose and the lyrics of the poem are as follows:
O Rose! Who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat, -
Kept seven years in a drawer-thy titles shame thee.
The breeze that used to blow thee
between the hedgerow thorns, and take away
an odour up the lane to last all day, -
If breathing now, - unsweetened would forego thee.
The sun that used to smite thee,
and mix his glory in thy gorgeous urn,
till beam appeared to bloom, and flower to burn, -
If shining now, - with not a hue would light thee.
The dew that used to wet thee,
and, white first, grow incarnadined, because
It lay upon thee where the crimson was, -
If dropping now, - would darken where it met thee.
The fly that lit upon thee,
to stretch the tendrils of its tiny feet,
along thy leaf's pure edges, after heat, -
If lighting now, - would coldly overrun thee.
The bee that once did suck thee,
and build thy perfumed ambers up his hive,
and swoon in thee for joy, till scarce alive, -
If passing now, - would blindly overlook thee.
The heart doth recognize thee,
alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet,
Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete, -
Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.
Yes, and the heart doth owe thee
more love, dead rose! Than to such roses bold
As Julia wears at dances, smiling cold! -
Lie still upon this heart-which breaks below thee!