The Rose

by Whitey   Sep 28, 2006


Once, in a meadow far away,
A patch of sunny flowers lay,
The golden buttercup fragrant,
The purple lilac bright and sweet--

Oh, wondrous was that fragrant bower
The brightest buds therein did flower;
A hidden greenhouse in the hill,
Where birds alone could feast their fill.

When summer came, the green appeared--
The flowered heads were slowly reared--
Drinking their fill from sunny rays,
Surrounded by a bright green vase.

Tended by gentle beams of sun--
The wind they kissed, and did not shun:
The birds on wings so aerial,
They opened to, and did not fear.

But, o! Alas! The harsh winter
Did bid them seek a cold shelter:
Without respect he loosed his wind,
And all the blossomed petals rent.

There was a rosebush, last to die
Beneath the withering Winter eye:
And when it sank beneath the snow,
A little bud, still left, did glow.

In vain the winter winds did blow--
The bud maintained a reddish glow--
That little rose, so very small,
And yet in perseverance tall.

When all the winds of fierce Winter
Had gone, and spring could then appear,
Two little children wandering
Smiled to find a rose budding.

The moral of my poem is--
In courage let us keep on thus,
“To strive, to seek, and not to yield”,
Though it may seem we might be killed.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Deana

    I really enjoyed reading this ,the wording was superb ,the imagery was wonderful The quotations threw me a little,nothing a quick edit couldn`t fix.......great job!

  • 17 years ago

    by Tiffany

    That was extremely well put! i really liked it because it flowed fluently, although maybe the emphasis was a little kinda wierd. anyways, WELL DONE!

  • 17 years ago

    by HOLLYWOODxBANGBANG

    That was a very powerful poem once again. But, you should fix the second last line, if you tried adding quotations or something, than they are automatically changed. 5/5 =]]

    -Jenna.

  • 17 years ago

    by sibyllene

    Wow, there are some really cool parts to this! for the most part, it's very fluent and professional. the first two stanzas were especially sweet, i thought, and i really enjoyed the lines

    "There was a rosebush, last to die
    Beneath the withering Winter eye"

    nice! there were a lot of slant poems, but that's alright, i think. there were only a couple areas where the rhythm was more awkward, like "But, o! Alas! The harsh winter
    Did bid them seek a cold shelter." the emphasis, if you were to keep to the rhythm, would be win-TER, shel-TER, which is a weird way of saying them, but that's being really picky, and it looks like you have the talent to make it whatever you want. anyways, this comment is getting reeeeally long. good job! i really liked this poem.

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