Treasure Island

Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

No More Sorrow


The cherry blossoms bloom, the misty rain.
I can not be free, unless all really are!
And my music from the lute, you lured me out.
The mountain tops above the clouds the sea.

I have hazel eyes and my country by you is.
Free and open sight for a new England.
China bamboo green and see through screens.
America is our country and it truly is.

Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



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?

Comments about this poem (No More Sorrow by Is It Poetry )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..
[Hata Bildir]