Poetry Competition Ends 29th March 2023 00:34am
Sonnets Aplenty!
Poetry Contest Description
Compose a Shakespearean style sonnet
Since I am temporarily unemployed and stuck at home with the gray sky blues, I thought it would be fun to see who all the secret sonneteers are at DUP.
Rules are basic, just follow the rhyme scheme and meter that the Bard of Avon used with his famous sonnets, such as Sonnet #29.
One of my favorites.
"When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings."
—William Shakespeare
Try as best you can to match the iambic pentameter, but don't give yourself a stoke about it.
Have fun!
Push me, pull me (a motherfucking sonnet)
I whispered fuck you like a sweet love song
when you bound my hands with your black silk tie
you pulled back yet my spine stayed straight, stayed strong
your hand in my hair, violence in my eyes
I struggled, knees weak, your tongue traced my need
just as hungry to touch you in return
You eased in me gently, I did concede
As my soft longing turned into slow burn
Then raging heat, sweaty skin, open eyes
your fingers clamped on my waist as you slammed
hard into me from my lips wresting cries
with wet slaps of our sex my mind was damned
We whispered fuck you sweet like a petal
played the song back as fucking death metal
Author's note: FUCK YOU SHAKESPEARE!
Real Author's note: I wanted to put on a strap on, and see if I could spread a f sonnet. It took a TON of lube. How'd I do?
when you bound my hands with your black silk tie
you pulled back yet my spine stayed straight, stayed strong
your hand in my hair, violence in my eyes
I struggled, knees weak, your tongue traced my need
just as hungry to touch you in return
You eased in me gently, I did concede
As my soft longing turned into slow burn
Then raging heat, sweaty skin, open eyes
your fingers clamped on my waist as you slammed
hard into me from my lips wresting cries
with wet slaps of our sex my mind was damned
We whispered fuck you sweet like a petal
played the song back as fucking death metal
Author's note: FUCK YOU SHAKESPEARE!
Real Author's note: I wanted to put on a strap on, and see if I could spread a f sonnet. It took a TON of lube. How'd I do?
Written by Betty
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Half-Spent Wishes
Dandelion in the spring,
half your wishes spent;
carried off on tattered wing,
astride hope’s last lament
purchased wind that wanting bought,
secured upon dead air;
were they wasted without thought,
dispensed without a care?
was each plucked with great concern,
did you and Love conspire?
placed in hands that upwards yearn,
where action meets desire?
gently to the earth I blow,
down where all the wishes go
half your wishes spent;
carried off on tattered wing,
astride hope’s last lament
purchased wind that wanting bought,
secured upon dead air;
were they wasted without thought,
dispensed without a care?
was each plucked with great concern,
did you and Love conspire?
placed in hands that upwards yearn,
where action meets desire?
gently to the earth I blow,
down where all the wishes go
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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Unwarranted Judgement
In your disaffection, I’ve been alone
tormented, shamed, it is me you deject
the wickedness of your tongue, all I’ve known
shunned, an outcast from the pain you deflect
Oblivious you were to secrets kept
you saw a delinquent, misfit at best
a reality, you would not accept
an innocence you had, I was not blessed
Blinded, guided by the youth you perceive
our mismatched histories cannot compare
unable to see the reasons I grieve
you could never have known, you were not there
Disgraceful in your ignorance of thee
knowing not the chronical of my past
formidable truth you refuse to see
judged, left in madness by shadows you cast
Now we are grown, forgiveness in my heart
But wounds that have scarred shall never depart
tormented, shamed, it is me you deject
the wickedness of your tongue, all I’ve known
shunned, an outcast from the pain you deflect
Oblivious you were to secrets kept
you saw a delinquent, misfit at best
a reality, you would not accept
an innocence you had, I was not blessed
Blinded, guided by the youth you perceive
our mismatched histories cannot compare
unable to see the reasons I grieve
you could never have known, you were not there
Disgraceful in your ignorance of thee
knowing not the chronical of my past
formidable truth you refuse to see
judged, left in madness by shadows you cast
Now we are grown, forgiveness in my heart
But wounds that have scarred shall never depart
Written by mel44
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Odyssey Damned -- A Sex Tragedy
"A dozen or so times per night is fine, but too much of a good thing
generally leaves one somewhat sore."
-- a singular captain of seamen heroic
*
When from her bedroom isle my siren sings,
I plummet to the raging sea below,
though knowing my desire a horror brings,
together with a ravaged groin in tow!
In madness how I brave each tidal wave,
while choking on an oceanic bile!
Full crazed I labor like a galley slave,
as to and fro I paddle doggy style!
I side stroke! Back stroke! Breast stroke! Butterfly!
I underwater fish and flutter kick!
I snorkel deep beneath the mackerel sky!
I full upend my dicky boat seasick!
Until, at last, bone dead, I wash ashore --
shipwrecked by rocks a battered, broken oar . . .
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the Pain of much too much
whoopee
below deck
a revolving helios sonnet shakespearean satire menippean on
the unimaginative love life
full adrift at sea
march, 2023 -- yet sexual frustrations untold
still lashed to the glossy image of manifold
centerfold sirens
wrapped round stripper poles
generally leaves one somewhat sore."
-- a singular captain of seamen heroic
*
When from her bedroom isle my siren sings,
I plummet to the raging sea below,
though knowing my desire a horror brings,
together with a ravaged groin in tow!
In madness how I brave each tidal wave,
while choking on an oceanic bile!
Full crazed I labor like a galley slave,
as to and fro I paddle doggy style!
I side stroke! Back stroke! Breast stroke! Butterfly!
I underwater fish and flutter kick!
I snorkel deep beneath the mackerel sky!
I full upend my dicky boat seasick!
Until, at last, bone dead, I wash ashore --
shipwrecked by rocks a battered, broken oar . . .
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the Pain of much too much
whoopee
below deck
a revolving helios sonnet shakespearean satire menippean on
the unimaginative love life
full adrift at sea
march, 2023 -- yet sexual frustrations untold
still lashed to the glossy image of manifold
centerfold sirens
wrapped round stripper poles
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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King Wind
I bring some news to the lone coyote
out on the prairie seeking kith and kin,
I tilt at windmills like Don Quixote
but my royal command sets sails to spin.
And in Autumn's august lusty breezes
I strew my carpets with silver and gold,
and lift some skirts to gain my due curtsies
as I strip heads bare to show, don't be bold.
Here in my realm of brisk April showers
weathervanes point but they all point in vain,
from all directions I'll make you cower
and bow your head low to my royal rain.
I rule my lonely kingdom from on high
You'll never see me but, you'll hear me cry.
out on the prairie seeking kith and kin,
I tilt at windmills like Don Quixote
but my royal command sets sails to spin.
And in Autumn's august lusty breezes
I strew my carpets with silver and gold,
and lift some skirts to gain my due curtsies
as I strip heads bare to show, don't be bold.
Here in my realm of brisk April showers
weathervanes point but they all point in vain,
from all directions I'll make you cower
and bow your head low to my royal rain.
I rule my lonely kingdom from on high
You'll never see me but, you'll hear me cry.
Written by Rew
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Sabine
You yielded as I carried you away
My comely captive, stolen from your kin
Your eyes so bright, you blushed under my gaze
With charm, dark hair, and alabaster skin
I’ve claimed your plundered beauty as my prize
My comrades coveting your naked form
Though timid, you stand tall and dignified
Your future As A Roman now assured!
With haste I’ll kiss those lips as sweet as wine
To make you My Minerva or Athene
And take you as my wife or concubine
Forget your former life as a Sabine!
I sense ambitious yearning in your soul—
The best choice of the lot—The One I Stole!
My comely captive, stolen from your kin
Your eyes so bright, you blushed under my gaze
With charm, dark hair, and alabaster skin
I’ve claimed your plundered beauty as my prize
My comrades coveting your naked form
Though timid, you stand tall and dignified
Your future As A Roman now assured!
With haste I’ll kiss those lips as sweet as wine
To make you My Minerva or Athene
And take you as my wife or concubine
Forget your former life as a Sabine!
I sense ambitious yearning in your soul—
The best choice of the lot—The One I Stole!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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Sonnet Nr.01 — Cricket-Football-Rugby
The batsman hit the ball as hard as hell
it flew beyond the line, a certain ‘six’
the umpire signalled both hands up to tell
as crowds applauded calmly pleased to bits
The centre-forward dribbled past the backs
and thwacked the ball, off-side, in back of net
the referee was blind or rather lax
or maybe bent the rules to win a bet
The fly-half took the ball and ran the pitch
a sprint of fifty yards, touched down to cheers
the try converted straight without a hitch
and local pubs got stocked with many beers
Who wins … who cares … it’s how you play the game
but money tempts with fortune, greed and fame.
it flew beyond the line, a certain ‘six’
the umpire signalled both hands up to tell
as crowds applauded calmly pleased to bits
The centre-forward dribbled past the backs
and thwacked the ball, off-side, in back of net
the referee was blind or rather lax
or maybe bent the rules to win a bet
The fly-half took the ball and ran the pitch
a sprint of fifty yards, touched down to cheers
the try converted straight without a hitch
and local pubs got stocked with many beers
Who wins … who cares … it’s how you play the game
but money tempts with fortune, greed and fame.
Written by Josh
(Joshua Bond)
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Dreams of Dusk
The twilight air is filled with golden hue
A soft and gentle light that fills the sky
The birds have all retired, save a few
That sing their songs before they say goodbye
The trees stand tall and silent, bathed in glow
Their leaves afire with the setting sun
The air is cool, a gentle breeze doth blow
As evening settles, day's work is done
And as the darkness falls, the stars do shine
A distant fire that burns so bright and true
They twinkle in the night, a sight divine
A guide for travelers lost and feeling blue
So let us take a moment, breathe the air
And watch the world slip into twilight's snare
A soft and gentle light that fills the sky
The birds have all retired, save a few
That sing their songs before they say goodbye
The trees stand tall and silent, bathed in glow
Their leaves afire with the setting sun
The air is cool, a gentle breeze doth blow
As evening settles, day's work is done
And as the darkness falls, the stars do shine
A distant fire that burns so bright and true
They twinkle in the night, a sight divine
A guide for travelers lost and feeling blue
So let us take a moment, breathe the air
And watch the world slip into twilight's snare
Written by ConsequentialChaos
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Oath of capture
Airborne blue so surely fleeting
Upon my soul the vapours blew
Come hither where the strands are meeting
Enveloping the lives of two
Calm me, morrow. Send me grace
To inhibit the investors decay
A life of wanton spirits enlace
In the fields in which we lay
Separate the spoken harrows
That form illusions kin
Navigate the forgotten narrows
That we both are treading in
Kill me softly with your censure
A forgotten oath of capture
Detail the depths of our adventure
Foreswear the minds enrapture
Sonic confines unending
Pressured speech absolved and bending
Upon my soul the vapours blew
Come hither where the strands are meeting
Enveloping the lives of two
Calm me, morrow. Send me grace
To inhibit the investors decay
A life of wanton spirits enlace
In the fields in which we lay
Separate the spoken harrows
That form illusions kin
Navigate the forgotten narrows
That we both are treading in
Kill me softly with your censure
A forgotten oath of capture
Detail the depths of our adventure
Foreswear the minds enrapture
Sonic confines unending
Pressured speech absolved and bending
Written by Everavalon
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Pink Velvet
your pink velvet that inspires me to write
I love the way you pulse, shiver and leak
you invade my mind, haunt me through the night
I worship you with words I cannot speak
but my mouth is the only thing that’s dry
your tight grip, intensely warm and dripping
the slick dream and the whisper of your sigh
slakes while from your velvet cup I’m sipping
I am face to face with your sultry haze
I love your slippery clit, mouth and thighs
thinking of your tasty slit fills my days
now I come to you my sweet, sticky prize
fingers penetrate deep into your heart
you feel my tongue flick whilst your legs I part
I love the way you pulse, shiver and leak
you invade my mind, haunt me through the night
I worship you with words I cannot speak
but my mouth is the only thing that’s dry
your tight grip, intensely warm and dripping
the slick dream and the whisper of your sigh
slakes while from your velvet cup I’m sipping
I am face to face with your sultry haze
I love your slippery clit, mouth and thighs
thinking of your tasty slit fills my days
now I come to you my sweet, sticky prize
fingers penetrate deep into your heart
you feel my tongue flick whilst your legs I part
Written by Poetic_Quill
(Mister Write)
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