This is my poem but I don't know if it's actually finished. I'm just thinking I should add something to it.

A shame filled smile
revealed through painful losses,
marked discreetly adequate
sounds. Satisfaction not yet
found, towards the grim ending.
Twas the journey paved ahead.

Man had sought the poor as the
unfortunate ones, struck as
much too frail and impotent.
Quick to judge, such potential
definition towards deserving
kinds. Sorts, which seperated
through several new versions,
painted disparate colours.

Soldier's perspective differs
through understanding concepts.
Rebels resurfaced slowly,
unique, disturbing others.
Troubling beliefs were relieved
from those who have been decieved.

That smile had remained in tact,
a fix to the face, plastered
yet unwilling to transform
for simpler expression of
a grieved unaware conscious.

I don't need a dictionary. I understood every word. Very sophisticated poem you got there!!!!

woah that was good!

I tried to make the meter of the poem 7 syllables a line.