The ending Rose

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    The ending Rose

     Oh rose that did so sudden stop her treasure,
    by sinking in an early autumn fog,
    did steal by autumns act thine lovers pleasure,
    and pourd a sadened tune in voices talk.
    Too many eyes would weep when thou stopped breathing!
    Stopping summers air to feed thine heart!
    Not any season now the rose be greeting.
    Oh why thou had so soon from us to part?
    I often go to see fair bed of flowers,
    where thee once such a finest flower wert,
    and shed a tear that all tears over-showers,
    thy death, oh dearest rose, mine heart does hurt!
    We pray thou in a seed wilt drop and then,
    become a beauty rose to bloom again!

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    stellar commented on The ending Rose

    09-24-2009

    the rebirth of new Shakespeare...love your classical style...
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    optimistic commented on The ending Rose

    07-24-2009

    I like this style I wish it would flow like this for me on my page with this sonnet style, very hard for me Ilike the way you manage to put these words together from love in an ending rose.
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    Sammylin

    07/25/2009

    Hi Optimistic, My heart go's out to the classic poets and poettesses of bygone times. And thats why, with William Shakespeare as my greatest example in the field of poetry, that i tend to right sort of classical myself. I thank you for your sweet comments, and for raiting this work. Am looking forwards to be reading some of your works! Greetings: Sammylin.

    kmooney commented on The ending Rose

    07-24-2009

    Well done my friend. I liked this poem. I don't think I've had the pleasure. I read your comments on Sally Wheeler's poem A Muse and decided to take a look at something of yours. I have never attempted to write in this stye, although I do find it clever and pleasing and. I enjoyed the flow and imagery you use. A sad tale but one that, I believe, many can appriciate. The rose is a wonderful subject for any psalmist. I have a poem called Bouquet that I would love your opinion on. It is quite old but many here seem to like it. Any other poems you care to read and comment on would be most appreciated. Thanks so much for sharing... K
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    Sammylin

    07/24/2009

    Hello Kmooney, Thank you for stopping by and reading my (still) recent work! I love the old stile of the English language allot, like my friend dragonfly has said: i like many things of an older fashion. The rose seems to show up in many works by many different poets and poettesse's... Here within the poem it is in part expresing my feelings towards that wonderful some one named Michael Jackson as i shared with Krush. I thank you again for the kind comments, the raiting, and i will, right after posting this, go and enjoy your poetry! Thanks for the invitation! Greetings; Sammylin.

    countrypoet commented on The ending Rose

    07-18-2009

    Well written and bittersweet.It reminds me of shakesperean poetry.I look forward to reading more of your poems.
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    Sammylin

    07/18/2009

    Hi countrypoet, Thank you for stopping by and making my day a bit by saying such nice things about this poem! I am also looking forward's reading more of your work! Thank you for reading and raiting! Greetings, Sammylin.

    di47on commented on The ending Rose

    07-14-2009

    I like this one. I wonder if you meant steal rather than steel in line three? And sometimes use old English variations in poems like these. Instead of often, I use oft. I like the imagery throughout. Have you ever tried writing in strict sonnet form? It would give your poem more punch and tighter structure.
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    Sammylin

    07/14/2009

    Hello di47on, Yes, thank you i made a typing fault there! It is to be steal instead of steel... Glad you saw what i dident see. I know that the work is in the form of a sonnet, but it issent one. I know about oft but that dident work out for the line you are speaking of. Glad you liked it, thank you for reading and commenting. Greetings, Sammylin.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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