#a perfect sonnet

[fishforfish]

lately i've been wishing i had one desire

something that would make me never want another

something that would make it so that nothing matters

all would be clear then

but i guess I'll have to settle for a for a few brief moments

and watch it all dissolve into a single second

and try to write it down into a perfect sonnet

or one foolish line

cause that's all that you'll get

so you'll have to accept

you are here and then you're gone

but i believe that lovers should be tied together and

thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather

and left there to drown

left there to drown in their innocence

but as for me i'm coming to the final chapter

i read all of the pages and there's still no answer

only all that was before i know must soon come after

that's the only way it can be

so i stand in the sun

and i breathe with my lungs

trying to spare me the weight of the truth

saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror

you've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever

and laying in a bathtub full of freezing water

wishing you were a ghost

but once you knew a girl and you named her "lover"

danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer

but autumn came, she disappeared, you can't remember

where she said she was going to

but you know that she's gone

cause she left you a song

that you don't want to sing

singing i believe that lovers should be chained together

and thrown into a fire with their songs and letters

and left there to burn

left there to burn in their arrogance

but as for me i'm coming to my final failure

i've killed myself with changes trying to make things better

and ended up becoming something other

than what I had planned to be, alright

i believe that lovers should be draped in flowers

and laid entwined together on a bed of clovers

left there to sleep

left there to dream of their happiness

[lithiumhydroxide]

Most of my favorite songs r songs that have amazing poetry as the lyrics

[menelaiad]

menelaus and helen // rupert brooke

[dozecoin]

this or a perfect sonnet

sleep token cover of the center of the world by bright eyes would fix me.

[pyjamacryptid]

sonnet 89 [excerpt] - pablo neruda

The format/style of this photoset is very much inspired by @nextstopparis's bbc merlin photosets (which are incredible)

[wickerwax]

Shall I compare thee to... (Quinobi)

He reached out instead with the Force, brushed Tired? against the very edges of their bond.

“Rather admirable, yes.” Obi-Wan said, answering him with a sensation like a tooka winding through his legs, affectionately a trip-hazard. It was a worthwhile endeavour and not as frustrating as it could have been.

But enough?

Enough.

Quin dipped his head in a respectful nod and made some sort of vague mention of the time, even as someone up near the catering tables began tapping at a glass for attention.

“Ah, closing statements – I should observe.” Obes said, layering on serenity in a way that made Quinlan suspect a headache. See you tonight?

He motioned an agreement to both levels of their conversation. Took a moment to appreciate the burnished glow of his friend’s copper hair in the overdone lighting. He could hardly blame anyone for comparing him to a flame, except that it was too small a thing for a being with his spirit – his drive – his kindness.

Still, he suited it. He made every sun metaphor look good. It was something to ponder.

He slipped from the hall, pondering.

[dudeshusband]

more men should have crooked teeth, soft jawlines, and big italian noses

[cliveguy]

this is the funniest character playlist ive ever made though. i don't think any sane person would be able to figure out who this is supposed to be

[krenenbaker]

Sonnet for a Ruler

Akin to queens, you follow the guidelines

To bring out greatness from others, and you.

Expecting behaviour up to the nines,

And kind, yet strict with everything you do.

The practice, focus, constant diligence

You've learned; perfection as your goal, your aim.

Determination nearing militance

Has rooted deep within, much like your name.

At first, seemingly thorny, but instead,

If given care, and growth, and love… you bloom.

A stunning, delicate, powerful red -

Not anger, simply warmth filling the room.

You're passion and grace, a rose and a heart,

Uniquely sweet, like a strawberry tart.

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[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

:-(

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Sonnet Insurance - I am Morgan Rielly Commercial (30 sec)

Nailed it.

[anoras]

women ! yeah !

[thiefbird]

Recently got back into Shakespeare's sonnets and Oh Boy do I have fic ideas

(It does not help that my fave collection of them has both Ioan Gruffud(Horatio Hornblower) and Richard Lindsey(Sir Edward Pellew) reading on it. AND that the sonnets they read suit the characters way too well)

[rustbeltjessie]

A new notebook for a new poetry project.

As mentioned a few posts prior to this one, I save everything. But I downright hoard notebooks/sketchbooks/journals. (Truly, if I were a dragon, I would be a dragon with a notebook hoard.) People gift them to me a lot; also, when I have extra $$ and see a pretty notebook or sketchbook, I buy it. That way, I always have a large stack (hoard) of unused blank books, and whenever I need one for a new project, I have many to choose from.

(May 1, 2023)

[salovie]

Apply more pressure, stem the flow of blood—

I can’t do more than hold you through it all

And wipe your tears before we have a flood,

And wish that it was me that took your fall.

For when you bleed it feels like I do too

And when you hurt my soul commiserates.

All peace and joy I want to gift to you,

Exchange for every pain and heavy weight.

But maybe life’s not meant to be all grand

And maybe lows are there to help us grow

I’ll still be there to lend a helping hand,

To lift you up when you’ve been dealt a blow.

A steadfast love is ache but also flight,

a terrifying gift and priceless plight.

[inscryptions]

On the desk in Alhaitham’s office laid a book wrapped in a turquoise silk ribbon. The bow that tied it held something long and slender. Beside them, there was a plain white envelope with a leaf tucked partially into it.

Hello, dear Alhaitham! I must say getting chosen to find a gift for the Acting-Grand-Sage-re-turned-Scribe is truly an honor – you must be someone reliable and respected indeed. Still, it did leave me in quite a pickle: whatever could I give you that you don’t already have? I’m not well-versed in the world of scientific literature, as I much prefer to engage in artistic styles. I have, however, found this old book written in long-obsolete Mondstadtian. As a Haravatat graduate, I’m sure you have no problems with its modern version – here’s to me hoping this will prove to be more of a challenge to decipher. The contents also seem to be focused on the topic of linguistics of that time… so, about a millennium and a half ago? Maybe closer to two? Perhaps this book should actually be put in a museum at this point. In any case, I’m sure that with you it’ll be in good hands. I imagine such an intellectual as yourself must have penned a few papers on his own account. Ah, but if writing doesn’t strike your fancy, I suppose you could also use it as a… sophisticated bookmark. This quill is that of a gorgeous, however quite rare, bird I have encountered on one of my recent travels. It was actually rather hard to convince her to give it to me, haha! I hope it serves you well. May the wind guide you, Venti

The parcel on my desk piques my interest; not many would go out of their way to give me anything other than applications and forms thanks to the nature of my job. Then again, it's the winter holiday season, and as gifts are part of the traditions inherent in this time of year, I suppose it's not so farfetched for someone to offer me such a thing. The question, however, remains: who could have delivered this to me? I raise an eyebrow as I study the package before slipping the envelope open and reading the letter.

... Whoever this "Venti" is is very well-informed and well-traveled, given by the nature of his letter and the foreign leaf that lays on my desk. Well-connected, too, to have acquired an original copy of a treatise on the ancient Mond language, or a Mondstadter (more likely, what with the familiarity used in conjunction with the Anemo nation). Undoing the ribbon and setting the quill aside for the moment, I pick up the book and open it, paging through it with a delicate touch. All things considered, it's in lovely condition, so likely a part of a personal collection, perhaps Venti's own. The thought and care made with this selection makes me smile a little, and this is only half the gift. I force myself to skim through the book, as much as I itch to dive right into translating it and then digging into its content, and find myself satisfied with the challenge it presents. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this Venti knows me very well even though I've never met such a person. Intriguing...

Eventually, I set the book down and pick up the quill. The colors go perfectly with my attire, clearly denoting it my possession; the feather outright gleams in the lamplight. AndーI examine the gears, brushing against them with my finger and widening my eyes when they turn. Bookmark nothing, this is going to get mileage what with all the meetings I attend. It's certainly a better method of keeping my fingers occupied when I have nothing to write, in any case. I test the quill out with the ink at my desk, jotting down my signature and reveling in how smooth the nib is against the parchment. High quality indeed, my benefactor certainly has a keen eye for presents.

Actually, that inspires an idea for the perfect first work for this quill...

(Logic dictates, of course, that the appropriate response to highly appreciated gifts is to thank the sender.)