Stand up…

Stand up, a thought whispers, stand,
Thou art not weak’d
The thought whispers, old English?
Thou art with the Sky,
Yet thine is light, and thee shall be
Wait, wait, why old English?
Thy name be thine light,
Ye, a merrier shall rejoice,
Did not thee agree with thy lover?
Think, wonder, thee must have those
Ye, thy name be thine art.

© Ismael Mansoor

Published by

This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s