The poem depicts the constant blooming of roses in various contexts, from mundane to disturbing. The speaker expresses frustration with the ubiquity of roses, telling them to "stop sending roses" and saying "there are so many roses, it's impossible to live." Strange images emerge, like roses blooming from stabbed thumbs or a "flock of swans" of blooming roses. The constant presence of roses seems oppressive and disturbing to the speaker.