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Half a Sonnet
Note: I thought about how it was mentioned that with this particular challenge, we had only seven lines, meaning - to me - half of the sonnet form. Not that I obeyed the rules for any sonnet, but I did wonder about what to say with the poem (obeying a rule for only half of it seemed wrong).
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
A TALE OF LIFE.
LIFE… WOW! WHAT A THING IS LIFE A FLOWING FLOOD OF LIVELINESS A BIPOLAR SYSTEM OF THE UNIVERSE. IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE HUMANS
By Basit Ali2 years ago in Poets
Unbreakable
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person can endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Oh, Morning!
When morning comes around again I just might shed a tear I want to stay in bed all day And wait for night to near
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
That First Copy: My Poetry Book
I am officially published https://www.amazon.com/dp/9358738588?ref_=cm_sw_r_cp_ud_dp_MRZ0X0H2TNY615SPKD4P https://ebooks.bookleafpub.com/product-page/nostalgia
By Robyn Little2 years ago in Poets
sometimes i dont want to go home
when rays of light hit her face just so she seems to glow like the sun itself and the rare cackle of her laugh is as powerful
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Freewill
If I have belief, Is that the truth ? If I follow, Is that my will ? If I question, Where be my confidence ? Will that divide,
By Vinn Black2 years ago in Poets
The magic and beauty of spring. Content Warning.
In the realm of angst, where shadows abide, I shall speak of spring, a season to confide. For even in nature's grandest display,
By John Biz242 years ago in Poets
"Distraught faces, of despair"
A world of sorrow and pain, There lives a woman with a face of distraught, and vain, But beneath the tears that fall like rain,
By Exclusively Speaking with Love'Nia Renee 2 years ago in Poets
The Kennel Club. Content Warning.
The kennel club is full of dogs, They attack to survive, there's no time for pause. Digging holes in others, unable to scratch their own surface;
By Jollyoddbod Poetry2 years ago in Poets
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Wilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets