Sonnet

Brian
My Muse prompted me to write a poem about her love of snails. She was unaware of Brian, the cheerful, bashful and intelligent snail from The Magic Roundabout so I thought I would weave him into my poem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Hydrangea
Introduction This is a poem for a friend of a friend and I always love being given prompts to create something, hopefully beautiful.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Suicide Suicide
In this day and age, I am supposed to warn the reader that the subject matter may be sensitive, as if worse events had never happened before and will never happen again. This is not a children’s platform, although some adults can be mistaken for tall tots and vice versa.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
Friends...
Let me tell you a story Of a boy and a girl Bestfriends of each other Never taken apart When asked if they were together They laughed and denied But oohh boy did their hearts defied He loved her loved her because she understood him Made him feel happy and wanted. She made world look beautiful. She loved him She loved him because he made everything so happy, so easy. Made her feel appreciated. He made world a better place . But oohh The fear The fear of losing it all in hopes of love kept their hearts desires sealed The secret buried deep under the friendship tree.
By Gianna Addison Woods 2 years ago in Poets
To all the dreamers
This one is for all the dreamers In the bounty existence that we breathe, Crafted with moments, captured by the fulfilled deeds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence How contradictory is the being of humanness in its unfathomable stance,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
An Unsound Bell
The bell of liberty is sundered now No longer audible is freedom’s ring To mend its broken form, we know not how For it is cracked, along with everything
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Verbal False Limbs
Operators, or verbal false limbs. These save the trouble of picking out appropriate verbs and nouns, and at the same time pad each sentence with extra syllables which give it an appearance of symmetry.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Mother You Hurt M
Mother you hurt M before you expired On a damp day in two thousand thirteen Thunder and lightening were loosely wired Hell was above before M met Athene
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
A love letter to pain
Love letter to pain I have always talked about the nuances of love and beautiful warm fuzzy feelings about love, . But today I want to dive deep into the crux of love, the shades of grey behind the shiny and lustery surface of love . Falling in love is easy, but living with it forever is a constant battle. I am painstakingly and very candidly saying that, loving someone is the most beautiful yet the most hurtful thing. Because when you love someone, they knowingly or unknowingly will hurt you.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Tone Up
The trouble may be that we are confused About the meaning of coveted love So seldom offered, so often refused It seems to be a tone, seen from above
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
When Thumbs are Down
If we haven't received a rejection in some form, we haven't lived. Someone, in some century, will have told us that we're not adequate in a personal or professional capacity.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets