I walked the fields against a blowing wind
I trampled on the golden grains of dreams
a constant hope for life but toil's chagrin
the undulating harvests will redeem
As I endure the sadness from within
I bear the guilt for scorn of dulcet bliss
My careless way of deigning precepts shown
was born, my youth was loath to count remiss
My truth is real I have renewed my creeds
In moral exile I became atoned
The shame is vanished from all wrongful deeds
Travails besiege and winnow life apace
To thus divide the traits of wants from needs
We must adopt a counseled supple grace
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This piece is an experiment using Shelly's, Ozymandias as a reference for scansion. I didn't succeed in matching his perfectly but came pretty close. The subject matter is, of course, completely different.
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Comments1
Thank you very much Robert you're very kind.
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