john wake

Rookie (mombasa, kenya)

Summer Rose - Poem by john wake

As the epilogues,
Eulogies are said by my colleagues,
You, my summer rose, flee;
As the autumn comes for me.
As they pile flowers,
I try find the power,
To lift you from the grave
But fading memories is all that heaven gave;
Laughing you her way
and as your life lay,
Your soul strayed away.

Summer rose ‘stay’,
Sing and play.
I wish for chirps, cracks;
For crickets and birds to come back
Alas! on my fours,
Lowered and lost. Now you are a file,
A certificate that you were here;
And when you left, I was left severely
Bruised and screwed;
As your dust drew.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Summer Rose by john wake

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

[Report Error]