#sonnet

[the-sun-of-endless-ash]

What is eternity

You do not know what happend

One day here and the next in tears

Wanted you to be stronger before the end

That one eye is all that makes up your fears

Why did it have to happen

A sorrowful lord undeserving of his life

Cowards wanting an escape from judgment

World didn't move or acknowledge your strife

Make her free from the time imprisonment

To no help of your own

A job done with out you

He saved you because the way wind had blown

That is however not at all true.

So feed them your best snacks help them.

Ignorant of truth in a Forest you are a stem.

[leghasp]

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

[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.

[inthefallofasparrow]

An Exercise in Sonneteering

[two-bees-poetry]

i am become OR a sonnet for the macbeths

[lionofchaeronea]

I've been reading the Complete Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and as wonderful as he was, he had an excessive fondness for a certain punctuation mark. So, me being me, I decided to have a little fun with it. Enjoy.

TEXT:

A SONNET: TO THE EXCLAMATION POINT

O exclamation point! Most overused Throughout English Romantic poesy! I marvel at the way thou art abused In every ode and sonnet that I see!

O fair and noble punctuation mark! O ender of each sentence and each clause! When I encounter thee, a voice cries "Hark!", And I compel my reading eyes to pause,

Awaiting some dramatic turn of phrase To drive the shades of boredom all away: Lo! Here it comes! I startle with amaze! And yet, to thee I raise my voice and pray:

O herald of an overheated style, Could we get a question mark once in a while?

[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

[hylian-prosecutor]

Sonnets of Euclydia - I.

In all Euclydia were none so dear

As two triangles of the Cipher name:

Scalene and Euclid lived in comfort here

Without the knowledge of their future shame.

An equilateral, a baby boy,

An unassuming child of yellow hue,

Lit up his parents’ lives with all the joy

Of anyone observing something new.

But something had gone wrong, that much was clear—

Poor Billy had a strange deformity:

He’d spend his hours lost in joy and fear,

Distracted by the great enormity

Of millions of stars, both great and small

And nobody but Bill could count them all.

Part II. >

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[moon-kissed-corner]

The painting Lady Lilith (1872-73 version), and the accompanying sonnet Lilith/Body's Beauty, by painter and poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

The painting and the sonnet form a pair with the Rossetti painting Sibylla Palmifera and sonnet Soul's Beauty.

[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 ©

[dl-paar90]

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[aevyndzn]

Had to write a sonnet for a creative writing class so why not make it vicious themed <3

[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.

[babylon-crashing]

receiver

Be vast beyond the trees. Be transparent. The dusk was good. You cavort. I am shy.

Give the sky a backward glance, whose crescent eyes all these road-signs miss but don't know why.

So what? – a phone will start ringing, humming about the rain. Word! you say, the devil

will die – but not like this. There's a graying vapor, nameless, across the water; dull

with no words left. For how long will you go without luggage, shoes, road-signs? You can see

through me. I love symbols, signs. Rise. Again, press your face to mine under the sky. Glow.

Call me Morning Star. In the receiver you can just hear a busy-sound, like rain.

][][

Note.

This is actually a rather older poem I wrote back in 2015. It appeared in Cyberhex (v1.1). I reprint it here because I haven't reprinted it anywhere else.

[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