Sonnet Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#sonnet
Sonneteer
L Robinson
L Robinson
Poem Published
4th Mar 2023 9:34pm
4th Mar 2023 9:34pm
Tempest and Aftermath
Association, apex to nadir,
may soften concepts held of others’ fate,
but only if the mind discriminate,
and learn extremes have charlatan and seer.
With crude insight, thoughts fail to fuse, they shear,
the crest, the trough, excesses common trait,
or seem if one won’t differentiate,
then rudderless the waves control and steer.
The calms of norms, once spurned, unveil their charm,
akin to whiling hours in reverie,
but middle ground is too a sought for place.
To guide a ship through storms must raise alarm,
now in dry dock,...
may soften concepts held of others’ fate,
but only if the mind discriminate,
and learn extremes have charlatan and seer.
With crude insight, thoughts fail to fuse, they shear,
the crest, the trough, excesses common trait,
or seem if one won’t differentiate,
then rudderless the waves control and steer.
The calms of norms, once spurned, unveil their charm,
akin to whiling hours in reverie,
but middle ground is too a sought for place.
To guide a ship through storms must raise alarm,
now in dry dock,...
#LifeStruggles
#storm
#fate
#narrative
#sonnet
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5 Comments
Sonneteer
L Robinson
L Robinson
Poem Published
4th Mar 2023 3:07pm
4th Mar 2023 3:07pm
Retrospective Realisation
Too long my haze held diagnosis like
some trophy, prize, won in imagined fight.
The scars are real, inflictions haunt my night,
but self, not others, wielded piercing spike.
Construing madness as some well placed strike
I failed to stem my spreading, seeping blight.
My troubled head inverted wrong and right,
then finally found peace with self dislike.
There’s many suffer in so many ways,
these obstacles are there to overcome.
If possible one mitigates the hurt
and each attempt advances and repays,
both those who vocalise,...
some trophy, prize, won in imagined fight.
The scars are real, inflictions haunt my night,
but self, not others, wielded piercing spike.
Construing madness as some well placed strike
I failed to stem my spreading, seeping blight.
My troubled head inverted wrong and right,
then finally found peace with self dislike.
There’s many suffer in so many ways,
these obstacles are there to overcome.
If possible one mitigates the hurt
and each attempt advances and repays,
both those who vocalise,...
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#determination
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Sonneteer
L Robinson
L Robinson
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2023 7:24pm
3rd Mar 2023 7:24pm
Delusional Dissolution
I feel as if all claims I made were sham,
and reconstruct how folk indulged pretence,
so I ignored my stunted lack of sense
whilst spurring fantasies of dreamt elan.
I prided my critique of those who swam,
reflex objection to their competence,
before abuse this morphed into offence;
now even I will pain at who I am.
This coarse reflection could tell truths or lies,
now that mind’s mirror and the mind are cracked,
but better use than blinker inward sight.
I tolerate myself, I don’t despise,
so far preamble, void of worth or...
and reconstruct how folk indulged pretence,
so I ignored my stunted lack of sense
whilst spurring fantasies of dreamt elan.
I prided my critique of those who swam,
reflex objection to their competence,
before abuse this morphed into offence;
now even I will pain at who I am.
This coarse reflection could tell truths or lies,
now that mind’s mirror and the mind are cracked,
but better use than blinker inward sight.
I tolerate myself, I don’t despise,
so far preamble, void of worth or...
#hope
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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4 Comments
Sonneteer
L Robinson
L Robinson
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2023 8:59pm
2nd Mar 2023 8:59pm
One Compared to Many
You motivate yourselves to gain some prize,
I squander time in inactivity,
you seek attention in another’s eyes,
whilst I wish hide from prying scrutiny.
You socialise and form relationships,
I isolate, stagnate as time proceeds,
you sink the draft in one or many sips,
I scupper self, entwined in my own weeds.
You replicate your mould, as it made you,
and I abstain (still voice may not be dumb),
there’s stasis in your aspiration’s view,
just as there is, in how I feel so numb.
So as you clamour, multiply, and thrive,
I pride...
I squander time in inactivity,
you seek attention in another’s eyes,
whilst I wish hide from prying scrutiny.
You socialise and form relationships,
I isolate, stagnate as time proceeds,
you sink the draft in one or many sips,
I scupper self, entwined in my own weeds.
You replicate your mould, as it made you,
and I abstain (still voice may not be dumb),
there’s stasis in your aspiration’s view,
just as there is, in how I feel so numb.
So as you clamour, multiply, and thrive,
I pride...
#sonnet
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6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
6th Feb 2023 11:13am
6th Feb 2023 11:13am
So not
I am going to tell you what love is not.
All stars in the sky your eyes can see.
All salt left after drying the dead sea.
Stone hiding in the flesh of an apricot.
Love's not the echo of a far gun shot.
Is not a meal where all is gluten free.
Autumnal flapping wings all over me.
Not giving away all things you've got.
Is not having dreams took by assault.
Wich bird sings in the glory mornings.
What started fight of thunder and bolt.
love's not count pace of heart beating.
The break in your heart is not my fault. ...
All stars in the sky your eyes can see.
All salt left after drying the dead sea.
Stone hiding in the flesh of an apricot.
Love's not the echo of a far gun shot.
Is not a meal where all is gluten free.
Autumnal flapping wings all over me.
Not giving away all things you've got.
Is not having dreams took by assault.
Wich bird sings in the glory mornings.
What started fight of thunder and bolt.
love's not count pace of heart beating.
The break in your heart is not my fault. ...
#love
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
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Fishmander
Poem Published
18th Jan 2023 3:51pm
18th Jan 2023 3:51pm
Kingdom
I am the tired madman in the garden
Reciting words I have not heard before
Fatigued on the isles of the uncertain
Thinning me as I am swallowed on shore
I can taste the sour soot of black knowledge
Coursing through my veins, feeding me detached
Like a centerfold leading to madness
Singing praise I can feel squirm when is scratched
I see patina on stars decompose
Bleeding out, a vision caused by aura
In the redness of the dawn I repose
Flirting when I see vassals of Pandora
I hear oceans whisper from each corner ...
Reciting words I have not heard before
Fatigued on the isles of the uncertain
Thinning me as I am swallowed on shore
I can taste the sour soot of black knowledge
Coursing through my veins, feeding me detached
Like a centerfold leading to madness
Singing praise I can feel squirm when is scratched
I see patina on stars decompose
Bleeding out, a vision caused by aura
In the redness of the dawn I repose
Flirting when I see vassals of Pandora
I hear oceans whisper from each corner ...
#dark
#identity
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Jan 2023 12:39pm
15th Jan 2023 12:39pm
Hinged
Let the lexicon of my existence
Be a nonstop string of superlatives,
To tilt against the rebuking chance gives,
With their gillyflowers of recompense
Packed in the finery of tailored words
Since at least I have the gift of the gab;
A late talent I could not quickly grab...
Like literacy for lazy goatherds.
Thus upon a volta, I turned, and throve,
And realized that all along I had
Brain storms as noble as Sir Galahad
In the armamentarium alcove
Notoriously difficult to scan;
That onetime...
Be a nonstop string of superlatives,
To tilt against the rebuking chance gives,
With their gillyflowers of recompense
Packed in the finery of tailored words
Since at least I have the gift of the gab;
A late talent I could not quickly grab...
Like literacy for lazy goatherds.
Thus upon a volta, I turned, and throve,
And realized that all along I had
Brain storms as noble as Sir Galahad
In the armamentarium alcove
Notoriously difficult to scan;
That onetime...
#motivational
#sonnet
#MentalHealth #uplifting
#MentalHealth #uplifting
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5 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
15th Jan 2023 9:08am
15th Jan 2023 9:08am
Purification
At my core I am pretty
But only when I can see my breath
It is cold but it's with me
Like bloody knuckles beat against my chest
In my youth I was shitty
My greatest shame is my greatest friend
It's a truth that has shaped me
Lament beginnings while building the end
In the rain we were dancing
And I've forgotten how so long ago
Another splash then hits me
You never know a thing you think you know
At my core I feel parts shifting around
Time to remember, I will remember.
But only when I can see my breath
It is cold but it's with me
Like bloody knuckles beat against my chest
In my youth I was shitty
My greatest shame is my greatest friend
It's a truth that has shaped me
Lament beginnings while building the end
In the rain we were dancing
And I've forgotten how so long ago
Another splash then hits me
You never know a thing you think you know
At my core I feel parts shifting around
Time to remember, I will remember.
#love
#dark
#friendship
#sonnet
#SelfReflection
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 2:31pm
8th Jan 2023 2:31pm
The Mad Suitor, an old-style sonnet
My love, I came for you like wine
emerges from the grape when crushed
beneath a pale foot. What other sign
of mortal love might prove a male hushed
by woman’s charms, than when I killed
your suitor on the lawn? Your father felt
it bandits, dear, I know, but maybe chilled
by depth of love, and having smelt
its scent before on passing me at market
once, you knew whose hand had dealt.
A gambler’s metaphor, my dear. I’m rogue
as well as outcast, as you know. Brogues
be damned, I’ll walk the lawn again tonight.
And kill...
emerges from the grape when crushed
beneath a pale foot. What other sign
of mortal love might prove a male hushed
by woman’s charms, than when I killed
your suitor on the lawn? Your father felt
it bandits, dear, I know, but maybe chilled
by depth of love, and having smelt
its scent before on passing me at market
once, you knew whose hand had dealt.
A gambler’s metaphor, my dear. I’m rogue
as well as outcast, as you know. Brogues
be damned, I’ll walk the lawn again tonight.
And kill...
#love
#murder
#sonnet #obsession
#sonnet #obsession
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7 Comments
Sonneteer
L Robinson
L Robinson
Poem Published
26th Dec 2022 10:57pm
26th Dec 2022 10:57pm
The Fool to the Conspiracist
The fire of fantasy in tune with life
can be a spark of creativity
but if the eyes of mind deluded see
the self may injure self in futile strife.
The norm and not the apogee is rife
although displaying continuity
but blind adherence to illusory
should bring in use some sharp dividing knife.
Our populists and maniacs the same
in all but wealth and influence and fame
and those who follow suffer their disease
with sense and hope eroding by degrees.
This madman wishes that before too long,
they, like him, realise that...
can be a spark of creativity
but if the eyes of mind deluded see
the self may injure self in futile strife.
The norm and not the apogee is rife
although displaying continuity
but blind adherence to illusory
should bring in use some sharp dividing knife.
Our populists and maniacs the same
in all but wealth and influence and fame
and those who follow suffer their disease
with sense and hope eroding by degrees.
This madman wishes that before too long,
they, like him, realise that...
#politics
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
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Rew
Poem Published
11th Dec 2022 10:35am
11th Dec 2022 10:35am
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.
When in my fall's Autumn lusty breezes
I shall strew my royal carpet with gold,
and lift some skirts to gain my due curtsies
and strip heads bare to scold, now don't be bold.
Here, in my realm, of brisk April showers,
the weathervanes point but all point in vain,
from all directions I'll...
out on the prairie seeking kith and kin,
I tilt at windmills like Don Quixote
but my royal command sets sails to spin.
When in my fall's Autumn lusty breezes
I shall strew my royal carpet with gold,
and lift some skirts to gain my due curtsies
and strip heads bare to scold, now don't be bold.
Here, in my realm, of brisk April showers,
the weathervanes point but all point in vain,
from all directions I'll...
#sonnet
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9 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 7:29pm
30th Aug 2022 7:29pm
The Old Familiar
You gild the midnight breeze with your hooting
Oh most regal neighborhood owl.
There is no sound more sylvan suiting
To be had from any other fowl,
And it is unexpected in these parts
Where recent times have been so hard on trees
And all of the modern suburban arts,
With sounds like yours, forever disagrees.
But your tenured wisdom is secured, great bird,
You see tranquility with an elder eye.
You are kindred to my nocturnal word
Just like a lighthouse foghorn in the sky!
A sky you share with no avian peer...
Just a...
Oh most regal neighborhood owl.
There is no sound more sylvan suiting
To be had from any other fowl,
And it is unexpected in these parts
Where recent times have been so hard on trees
And all of the modern suburban arts,
With sounds like yours, forever disagrees.
But your tenured wisdom is secured, great bird,
You see tranquility with an elder eye.
You are kindred to my nocturnal word
Just like a lighthouse foghorn in the sky!
A sky you share with no avian peer...
Just a...
#night
#sonnet
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