#sonnet

[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

[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

[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?

[dl-paar90]

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[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 ©

[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.

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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

[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

[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.

[literaryvein]

L. V., i found this poem on the wall when the paint started to peel off

[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.

[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