Story of a lonely soldier.
Thou Shall Weep No More
Hated art thy beloved,
Loved art those denied,
Marched unto they perished,
Bestowed power of anguished.
Yonder is thy blue meadow,
Ambler there with thy dim shadow,
Banter those who are not thorough,
Conquer those who are not mellow.
Amain freely towards thy nest,
Remain unto thou regain the best,
Restrain not thy feelings of jest,
Vain not a moment, this is thy rest.
Glossary:
unto - until
yonder - that over there
ambler - walk slowly
amain - at full speed, with great haste - I have actually exploited its meaning. I used this word to say "make haste"
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Munia Khan
Thou shalt not Writeth such good poetry.Envy runs through my vain !! Jay !! What have you done ??This is just superb pal !! A wonderful classic with perfect rhyming scheme !! Keep it up man !! And the Glossary shows again how wise you are !! Bless you.Love it.
Thou shalt not Writeth such good poetry.Envy runs through my vain !! Jay !! What have you done ??This is just superb pal !! A wonderful classic with perfect rhyming scheme !! Keep it up man !! And the Glossary shows again how wise you are !! Bless you.Love it.
wojja fink
oh yes , love thy poetic license.
oh yes , love thy poetic license.
Written with a classic touch to it, you represent your call for peace with class. Great poem!