Sonnet

Cloudland
Introduction This is from a prompt from a close friend to write a poem about clouds, and I thought of all the shapes I see made by clouds and images like this where a crane seems to be holding up a cloud like an ice cream cornet:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Celebrating the doom of independence
Celebrating the doom of independence Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee, Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A View From A Bench
Introduction This is from a prompt from my Muse with this photograph she shared with me. In this you get two benches four thousand miles apart showing how the world has shrunk but the distances remain the same.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Why We Wonder
Why We Wonder Sell your soul to costly, gleaming screens! To smartphones, tablets, laptops, and their might. We’re caught in their web, day and endless night,
By Bea Van Der Hoek2 years ago in Poets
Social Media
Social Media: A Sonnet As a professor once did impart, Those who shun social media's art, Risk social isolation's sting.
By Bea Van Der Hoek2 years ago in Poets
Scars to your beauty
What magnitude of pain can hurt? What is the measuring capacity of the human heart to bear, to accumulate in its precipice before it finally seeks redemption, before it concludes to itself no more? How ironic and disbarring it is to moan about the loss of someone after their demise after they bury themselves on the deathbed or even more unbearing when they bury themselves in their essence. If they bury themselves in their breaths, they break their souls, they pierce their hearts and shed every ounce of their aching identity that constitutes their trace.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
More Words I Said
More words I said to her hovering self Over her rainbow she was being fair Reading a page in my book on the shelf Entertained her barrette-tightened short hair
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
Lingering
The lingering, tingling feeling Of when you’re not here The sensation of your presence Still felt Like a welt on my psyche
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Listen to Fire
Burn the ordinary parts of today Write to the rhythm of the gravedigger Let your natural intelligence play With a small riddle and make it bigger
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Pain & Suffering
Please believe the worst of human nature As Machiavellian motives rule In sneering disbelief in selflessness Never was the world gentle and cruel
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
Paint The Sky With Stars
Introduction This is inspired by the title of Enya's "Best Of" compilation and my Muse Paint The Sky With Stars 🌟💜⭐♎💜♉⭐💜🌟 You Have Given Me The Precious Gift Of Time Your Perfect Inspiration Lifted My Heart All These Moments With You Make Me Feel Sublime And So For You, I Will Paint The Sky With Stars 🌟💜🌟 Every Day, My Love, You Always Give Me More With All You Give Me, I Feel Like Stratford's Bard Your Beautiful Words Always Make My Heart Soar And So With You, I Will Paint The Sky With Stars 🌟💜🌟 Your Presence, For Me, Is Like The Finest Wine With You By My Side, I'll Always Raise The Bar Together We Create Poetry So Fine And With Each Other We'll Paint The Sky With Stars 🌟💜🌟 Your Words And Love Have Brought Us Out Here So Far Our Masterpiece Is To Paint The Sky With Stars 🌟💜⭐♎💜♉⭐💜🌟
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Money
Trying to collect money Is like trying to catch sand The more you have The less it fits in your hand There will never be enough time to collect it all
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets