Sonnet

From Heartbreak's Ashes
In love's embrace, my heart was once so bright, But now it's shattered, lost in endless night. Each beat a painful reminder of the past,
By Navjot Kaur 2 years ago in Poets
A Greek Nymph
A Greek nymph can sing without and within As I hear her before falling asleep And in every dream about my love’s spin As I listen to her voice as I leap
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
I never realized until I became a mother . Top Story - March 2024.
I made my mother cry waterfalls several times. As a ten-year-old, I did not care for her tears. Now that I am a mother, I wish I could go back.
By Diani Alvarenga2 years ago in Poets
With Motherhood, comes Judgements
I only care about you being a silky rose. I don’t care about being a star at this moment. I only want you to be someone who glows
By Diani Alvarenga2 years ago in Poets
Be open to suggestions
Be soothed - mellow is his voice. Take comfort - pleasant is his tone. Be secured - anchored to his choice. Take steps - towards his zone.
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
The Teacher Sonnet
Note: Well, I have been quite surprised by the response to the student's sonnet I wrote last week. And many of you said that you thought I should give the teacher a fair shot at a response. Here it is (and, once again, a very rough draft that may go through changes).
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
INTJ "The Loner Investigator"
With mind most keen, a strategist profound, INTJ's soul, in reason's web is bound. A thirst for knowledge, ever burns within,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Romantic in Love
Romantic in love with a hopeless dream Ordering life to appear like fiction Minus the love, a torturous centime Athenian only in depiction.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
We Three Kings
Look at them with their little light boxes! They are supposed to be here to peer at us But the sight of our strong life flummoxes;
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Red Barked Trees
A Red Barked Tree Introduction Today I went for a walk in Hulne Park, Alnwick and noticed that the bark on a lot of the trees was a browny red reminding me of the song by Wire. This is about one of my previous visits.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Floating an Idea
Those who struggle can not swim for they meet their own resistance. Suffer they from heavy limb that will not last the distance.
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
INTJ "The Perfectionist Strategist"
With mind that pierces through the veils of night, The architect, a soul of keenest sight, Doth delve in logic's depths, with purpose strong,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets