To Be But a Rose

Love poem

             

To Be But a Rose

      



To be but a soft rose petal, for thou aren’t not a thorn touched by thorns. Ever so gently the rain drops upon thee, as if tears of mourns beauty thou arte. Cress gentle thy touch upon my lips my sweet maiden for it is I that mourn thy petal so soft. Fall not blackened or blemished, for touch is strained against thee.

 

O’ but a rose so fair as red and vibrant as thine--life compared. I mourn with wither upon my bended knee. For such beauty thou has set before me, scathe my eye for I diarist not looking upon you. I cry upon the world of old bones for strength, for wroth and bleedith my open wound.

 

O’ but a rose for tho hath taken my heart, my soul. Wrenched, I am as the thorn to bear you in thine womb. Wrenched am I for ye to be all but a rose.

          

Author's Note

I received word about my poem To Be But A Rose which was entered in the World of Poetry contest. It was published 2012. in their book Stars In thier Hearts Whispers. Now I wait to see if I one a prize. I sure hope so, but now I can say I actually had something of mine published for the world to see.

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

There's not many things as beautiful as an unblemished rose. I don't know what to say about this poem technically, because I don't know if you have misspelled words or if they're written in an older style of English that I'm not familiar with. Either way, though, it's a good poem--it's pretty in an innocent child-like way, rather than beautiful in an obssessively hot, passionately romantic way. "Wrenched am I for ye to be but a rose."--I take it that means the narrator wishes the innocent, pure rose was a girl. That's a good parallel

[Cherrie Palmer]

Old world charm laced across the page. The poem to be declared aloud a true proclamation of beauty and love.
Congratulations on the contest.

[Shep]

it seemed so long that i had written this poem thanks for your encouragement.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Feel of the ancient poets in theses words. The rose is beautiful and even the thorns can keep her safe. Thank you Shep for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Short.Nerd]

I like how you wrote the poem. It reminds me of Old English..

Beautiful images. The old english feel pushes this in a realm of nostalgia. Like looking back, becoming the rose petal but in a past life. Longing for more, accepting less reluctantly. Touching.

[Leslie Philibert]

A poem written in the style of early modern English/Middle English,a bit like Chaucer with a lot of use of the archaic second person plural.A good poem, because it`s certainly not easy to work in this style.

[Angel Bluestocking]

First of all, your title alone drew me to read your beautiful poem. And second is that I wish you luck even if you clearly no longer need it.
I'm truly not familiar with Old English, but your piece gave me that strong distinction.
Even if I have to reread, considering I am a girl of 15 and I am more versed in Modern English, I have never tired of read this. It brings a smile on my lips as I struggle to analyse per stanza of your work and understand it more deeply.

[paradise]

I really like this poem great job

[Dr. S. D. Blankenship D..]

Hm--To Be But a Rose,
A Poem by Shep2--
I guess I have a keen-eye, since I do have a Schizophrenia, and dyslexia. I read this--may be to fast. I have noted you are using an old English style of writing in this piece. And may be the World Poetry Movement, over looked some of the grammar inattentiveness. Some of the old style words have left me perplexed of why you left out accents and/or used thy where the word thee should have went. :/
What is the meaning of the "na" after mourn, and before wither, are you trying to say Nigh? ( near in place or time
adv Daybreak drew nigh. adj Morning was nigh? (Near in place or time
adv Daybreak drew nigh. adj Morning was nigh.)
I hope this helps you in your journey to being a great poet(tress)
~S. D. Blankenship.

[Dahlia Phoenix]

Beautifully written. There's no need for more words to describe how wondrous this poem is.