#sonnet

[definegodliness]

19-11-2024

Anna

A regal song to titillate all ears; A syllable or two, yet so it seems That every cloud from heaven disappears And moon-illumed arise forgotten dreams.

And whether called upon with silver tongue, Or sighed in gold's inaudible exhale, The palindrome resounds that sacred song Wherethrough the mysteries of night unveil.

Yet 'tis not her song that opens the skies, It is the magic when she heeds that call: A smile, a twirl; the twinkling of her eyes Expands eternity within The All.

As Anna shines, I know but one eclipse: Her name, as when she draws it from my lips.

--- 19-11-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[leghasp]

In my 10th grade English class we had to write sonnets and um

[inthefallofasparrow]

An Exercise in Sonneteering

[apoemaday]

"Time does not bring relief..."

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year’s bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear To go, — so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, “There is no memory of him here!” And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

[transparentdreamruins]

Jamie & Claire

"I love you without knowing how or when or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride." Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII

[autumnallunaphotos]

Tea and sonnets

[dl-paar90]

Nach einem schönem Ausgiebigen Spaziergang erst einmal ne kleine Stärkung - und ein paar schöne Photos kommen nachher auch auf unserem Premium Blog für euch 😋☀️☀️🧡

[shockbot]

used my cat stress energy to design a soundwave-inspired warforged artificer for an upcoming campaign

[welcomehome-orlakbarnett]

Eden

If we could go back to Eden’s garden

Would I be forgiven for what I’ve done

The gods see my face and their hearts harden

I cannot stop that which I have begun

No amount of love can redeem my sins

Madness’s teeth sink themselves in my throat

I see only your face as my mind spins

Every transgression through my spirit floats

Your sweet laughter haunts my waking nightmares

That I broke apart with my hands anew

Like jagged lines in the mirror repaired

I cannot restore your innocence true

I have become the monster in my dreams

Striving for Eden my soul to redeem

[mylittlepoemworld]

when did I stop looking up at the sky and wondering about the endless space? when to beauty did I turn a blind eye and youth's sparkle disappeared from my face?

was it somewhere down this sinuous road that I lost track of who I was before? was it when I began to bear this load that I noticed I was enough no more?

I want again to lay under the sun like a kid, play and lose track of the time I want to run through green hills and have fun and don't give a damn if my verses rhyme

I want to change, to be worthy of you I want you to know the child I once knew

[definegodliness]

Candle

The candle sputters, wax-puddled, for days, While I watch the window awaiting dawn, Uncertain whether a new light may come.

It has been years last I've seen golden rays, Although time certainly doesn't feel as long When, reminiscent, the pen leaves its trails.

Ironically, so, I've scratched my walls glum With scribbles left in melancholic praise Of what I could see ere the light was gone.

I'm halfway guessing a flame can succumb; My heart, that sputters in protest and wails As waxen tears fill its cup to the brink.

Before I get it, my last candle fails; It's dark and I am running out of ink.

--- 30-7-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[lickthecowhappy]

The Southern Pansy

A sonnet.

So grows the pansy; beauty bathed in light. His countenance pious humility. Sought by tempting ebony wings in flight to rest beside him in tranquility.

So grows the pansy; gazing at the skies from whence his object of desire fell. What suffering for golden yellow eyes, whose essence on those eyes hath cast a spell.

So grows the pansy; symbol now of thought; the ever faithful partner of free will. For life and love he sacrificed and fought. For life and love his heart and eyes cry still. That all creation sees the love he shows, along the garden path the pansy grows.

This one is for @adverbian who makes me want to be a better poet.

Read more of my work here. This poem is also available on AO3.

[apoemaday]

Sonnet 89

by Pablo Neruda tr. Paul Weinfield

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and the wheat of the hands I adore to spread their freshness across me once again: I want to feel the softness that has shaped my life.

I want for you to live while I wait for you, asleep, for your ears to keep on listening to the wind, for you to smell the sea that we both loved together, to walk across the sand that we feel beneath our feet.

I want what I love to go on without me, and you whom I love and sang about above all else to continue to bloom, to be always in full flower

so you can complete what my love has set in motion so my shadow can wander the long length of your hair, so everything can understand the reason for my song.

[alwaysbemybae]

The Supreme Archangel Receives (Illegal) Material Objects

A Good Omens Sonnet

A pastry box whispers, "sweets for the sweet," contraband objects to Heaven you've sent. Centuries later, you still say "my treat," your words and acts are vows solemnly meant. "I'm coming back, won't leave you on your own," "I'm not gonna tell anybody, are you?" "Little demonic miracle of my own" You smirk and tease and come to my rescue. In turn, I gifted a thermos clandestine, shared oysters, fine wine, my home the bookshop, a shelter of wings under which to nest in. For you, the second Armageddon I'll stop. You give me hope with your grace and your favor, hope for an eternal us to savor.

Thank you to @isiaiowin for the #GOetry prompt @goodomensafterdark

Form: Sonnet

Theme: A favour

[colleybri]

A sonnet for Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor

Your fight this day is done with this harsh dawn

So rest, dear Pilgrims, be at peace at last.

Your weary flesh and all you’ve left to mourn

Will fade now; there’s no future, present past -

Nor is there pain. Prepare for dreamless flight

Between the stars; be crystal and bright dust.

Let others take your Torch of hope and light,

Brave Captain, ‘Little Sister’, in the glass find trust.

Pass into light with love. You’ve earned your rest,

Your parents’ pride and love and faith you knew,

Hand in hand, find strength to pass this final test.

Heart in heart, you’ll find your “Welcome home” here too.

You burned your futures for another future’s morn.

From hearts like yours the strongest stars are born.

[dl-paar90]

Ich würde sagen die Spargel Saison ist eröffnet ☺️ heute genießen wir nochmal das Wetter bevor es morgen bei uns wieder regnen 🌧️ soll leider 😴 genießt alle den Sonntag 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Weitere Bilder gibt es nachher auf dem Blog 🌹

Den ich war spontan auf einem schönen Tulpen Feld , hier habe ich auch schöne Bilder und Videos gemacht für euch !