Sonnet

INTP "The Peacemaker Logician"
With introspective gaze and mind profound, The INTP, a soul of logic's might, Doth ponder deep where truths yet may be found,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
INTP "The Eccentric Logician"
With introspective gaze and mind profound, The INTP, a soul of logic's art, Doth ponder deep where truths may yet be found,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
The Sea God's Wife
The title was taken from a line in "The Winter King" but she is not given a name just a deity's wife. So I will give her a name and make her a queen of the sea.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Cinnamon Toast
Now this really takes me back: the comfort that meant the most when sick: my mama made a snack beyond compare: Cinnamon Toast.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Tangled Remnants
Where once a solid form existed there's nothing left but shard. Tangled remnants, split and twisted, tossed without regard.
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
A Sonnet for Skittles. Top Story - March 2024.
I didn’t much go in for flavours sour A feeling the colour of hazard’s grape It’s not that my tongue would perforce cower
By Matthew Daniels2 years ago in Poets
A Curry Puff Sonnet
As long as we are discussing our favourite childhood snacks, I thought I'd discuss a popular snack in Asia: curry puffs. I am a savoury person and practically addicted to spice, so this golden-crusted, spicy-potato-filled concoction, popular in Singapore and other parts of Asia, clearly qualifies as one of them. It was certainly a childhood go-to.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
INFJ "The Mystical Analyst"
With introspective gaze and pensive soul, The advocate, a mind of quiet might, Doth delve in depths where shadows oft times roll,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
INFJ "The Idealistic Visionary"
With introspective gaze and heart of gold, The advocator, a soul both wise and rare, Doth ponder life's complexities untold,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
INFJ "The Emphatic Achievers"
With introspective gaze and heart of gold, The advocator, a soul of gentle might, Doth walk a path by intuition told, A silent guide, a beacon in the night.
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Memory's Blossoms
“What a strange thing!/ To be alive beneath cherry blossoms.” ― Kobayashi Issa, Poems So many, simple pleasures are destroyed
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Light is Cast
Unlike the rusting artefact, returning unto earth, the golden bust will long attract an interest in its worth. . With the likeness of divinity,
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets