Sonnet Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#sonnet
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
24th Jun 2022 4:16pm
24th Jun 2022 4:16pm
After Hours Acumen
There is no better place to be
Than at a midnight there or here
Where awesome shadows let us see
The specter of a Sonneteer!
There's no greater glory to be had
Than to embrace the velvet night
Where peacefulness is ironclad
And chaos is a distant sight...
Where wrathful act or angry curse
Will by dark order be dispersed
And powerful nocturnal verse
Is how dim wit is reimbursed
To face diurnal disarray...
Well past the break of each new day!
Than at a midnight there or here
Where awesome shadows let us see
The specter of a Sonneteer!
There's no greater glory to be had
Than to embrace the velvet night
Where peacefulness is ironclad
And chaos is a distant sight...
Where wrathful act or angry curse
Will by dark order be dispersed
And powerful nocturnal verse
Is how dim wit is reimbursed
To face diurnal disarray...
Well past the break of each new day!
#night
#books
#sonnet
#passion
#reading
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
24th May 2022 1:21am
24th May 2022 1:21am
The Language of Love
As warfare worships warrior bonnets
The self-same lack of law and love
Allows for me to praise all sonnets
In terms the hateful know not of,
For as sturdy as the soldier looks
He studies how to snuff out lives
Instead of studying all the books
Which mate all bachelors with new wives.
Sometimes the script is simple
And other times too complex,
Like balancing a lady's wimple
Atop her cranium circumflex...
Where bonnets aim at heaven instead
Of haberdashery Hell bred.
The self-same lack of law and love
Allows for me to praise all sonnets
In terms the hateful know not of,
For as sturdy as the soldier looks
He studies how to snuff out lives
Instead of studying all the books
Which mate all bachelors with new wives.
Sometimes the script is simple
And other times too complex,
Like balancing a lady's wimple
Atop her cranium circumflex...
Where bonnets aim at heaven instead
Of haberdashery Hell bred.
#sonnet
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
23rd May 2022 9:30am
23rd May 2022 9:30am
Espalier Divine
A sonnet is a plan akin
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
#rhyming
#sonnet
#metaphor #symbolism
#metaphor #symbolism
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Dragonnora
Nora
Nora
Poem Published
21st May 2022 10:29pm
21st May 2022 10:29pm
Sonnet 1
Thankful my soul for the tears you pick up
Take my burdens with talks of tomorrow
Shining's a sea overflowing with love
Wash me away, the tide takes my sorrows
Wherever you point a way is painted
Guess I'm the fool who can only follow
My heart is full though my mind has fainted
A lost sheep because my head is hollow
I am no puppet, no man pulls my strings
You numbed my brain but it can recover
This modern girl with confusing feelings
Is more than her heart more than a lover
My dearest, my muse, do not...
Take my burdens with talks of tomorrow
Shining's a sea overflowing with love
Wash me away, the tide takes my sorrows
Wherever you point a way is painted
Guess I'm the fool who can only follow
My heart is full though my mind has fainted
A lost sheep because my head is hollow
I am no puppet, no man pulls my strings
You numbed my brain but it can recover
This modern girl with confusing feelings
Is more than her heart more than a lover
My dearest, my muse, do not...
#love
#romantic
#sonnet
#confusion
#obsession
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Sonneteer
Poem Published
9th Feb 2022 8:48pm
9th Feb 2022 8:48pm
Down, but not Out
Once, but not now… or was it fantasy
that drove the mind to forging constructs wild
that fuelled by whim, peer’s tolerance, beguiled
into delusions of felicity?
The time has gone… or did reality
let this one slip its fate, then coyly smiled,
as it caught up, then hindsight rightly filed
mistaken acts against society.
At first the storm was bracing in its might,
the thrill associated with dispute,
although this led to existential blight
as conflicts grew internal - vain pursuit.
Today numb stasis minimises pain
whilst...
that drove the mind to forging constructs wild
that fuelled by whim, peer’s tolerance, beguiled
into delusions of felicity?
The time has gone… or did reality
let this one slip its fate, then coyly smiled,
as it caught up, then hindsight rightly filed
mistaken acts against society.
At first the storm was bracing in its might,
the thrill associated with dispute,
although this led to existential blight
as conflicts grew internal - vain pursuit.
Today numb stasis minimises pain
whilst...
#LifeStruggles
#sonnet
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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AnonymousBystander
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2021 4:13pm
3rd Dec 2021 4:13pm
Imperfect Knowledge
After a dangerous bout of covid,
brushing as close to death as one should go,
sometimes I tell my story: how I did
and, how I'm doing. All they want to know
though, is my vaccine status: jabbed or not?
When I say not, and after a smug smirk
is wiped away, they ask if I have got
regrets, and point how that did not work.
I think of Lisa Shaw, and then explain
that a decision, must be judged against
the facts known at the time. Again
ignored by all and sundry, no defense
allowed (was this not taught at their college?)
Death and...
brushing as close to death as one should go,
sometimes I tell my story: how I did
and, how I'm doing. All they want to know
though, is my vaccine status: jabbed or not?
When I say not, and after a smug smirk
is wiped away, they ask if I have got
regrets, and point how that did not work.
I think of Lisa Shaw, and then explain
that a decision, must be judged against
the facts known at the time. Again
ignored by all and sundry, no defense
allowed (was this not taught at their college?)
Death and...
#sonnet
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
27th Oct 2021 2:22pm
27th Oct 2021 2:22pm
I Saw A Nude Shirley
#lesbian
#erotic
#summer
#fiction
#sonnet
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Sonneteer
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 9:21pm
13th Oct 2021 9:21pm
Each Person Unique
A multitude of ways to poison mind
conspire vainglorious and timid too
the mould is cast and never left behind
too much is seen with others’ standard view.
So how to reinvigorate the soul
on glancing in the mirror with distaste
to differentiate the parts from whole
and jettison the bits that irk with haste?
And here we speak of mind, not taste or style,
recalling traits of personality
that once enabled us to laugh or smile
whilst others scorn originality.
Full isolation is the latest test
for those who aim...
conspire vainglorious and timid too
the mould is cast and never left behind
too much is seen with others’ standard view.
So how to reinvigorate the soul
on glancing in the mirror with distaste
to differentiate the parts from whole
and jettison the bits that irk with haste?
And here we speak of mind, not taste or style,
recalling traits of personality
that once enabled us to laugh or smile
whilst others scorn originality.
Full isolation is the latest test
for those who aim...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#sonnet
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5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
29th Jun 2021 2:21am
29th Jun 2021 2:21am
moon
sonnet
i swear your eyes look down at naught but me
stunned by the charms of one who steals my breath,
while here, i tremble in the earth beneath,
to make, one day, her love my legacy.
tho you eavesdrop upon my wooing tongue,
you bear me witness that propriety
has not been wounded by glib liberty
—soon would i on her lips imprint my song,
were i to leverage every suave allure!
illuminate the middle of my plight,
if you would be the flame that sets me right,
when in lusthaste i fumble, too cocksure.
fell...
i swear your eyes look down at naught but me
stunned by the charms of one who steals my breath,
while here, i tremble in the earth beneath,
to make, one day, her love my legacy.
tho you eavesdrop upon my wooing tongue,
you bear me witness that propriety
has not been wounded by glib liberty
—soon would i on her lips imprint my song,
were i to leverage every suave allure!
illuminate the middle of my plight,
if you would be the flame that sets me right,
when in lusthaste i fumble, too cocksure.
fell...
#love
#romantic
#sonnet
#FallingInLove
#UnrequitedLove
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
20th Jun 2021 5:01am
20th Jun 2021 5:01am
The Miller's Tale ( Pushkin Sonnet )
Young housewives—dark thrills inspire them;
but, when pressed for action doth feign
virtue against a parish man,
while bedding a more nobler Cane.
Ye husbands! heed this chronicle!
When deceit doth snake full circle
seeking to utterly deceive,
truth can be too hard to believe.
The poor husband, an innocent,
reputable among town folk,
unwittingly becomes a joke
in the sinner's moral dissent!
The husband prays for a godsend;
The parishioner! He's a...
but, when pressed for action doth feign
virtue against a parish man,
while bedding a more nobler Cane.
Ye husbands! heed this chronicle!
When deceit doth snake full circle
seeking to utterly deceive,
truth can be too hard to believe.
The poor husband, an innocent,
reputable among town folk,
unwittingly becomes a joke
in the sinner's moral dissent!
The husband prays for a godsend;
The parishioner! He's a...
#secrets
#betrayal
#parody
#satirical
#sonnet
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22 Comments
AnonymousBystander
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 5:00pm
5th Jun 2021 5:00pm
The Man Who Murdered Milosevic
I thought about the man who had to look
after Milosevic. How hard
to care, while thinking of the lives he took.
Keeping him healthy just to disregard
the court. Watching the trial seem to slip
out of the hands of the prosecutor.
Prescribing drugs for him to have the zip
to change from the accused to tormentor.
Another drug to contraindicate,
to stop his heart, stop the trial, the lies
and pain. The justice of it would placate
his mind. -- Another butcher to despise,
a trial which found the guilt of Karadzic
but,...
after Milosevic. How hard
to care, while thinking of the lives he took.
Keeping him healthy just to disregard
the court. Watching the trial seem to slip
out of the hands of the prosecutor.
Prescribing drugs for him to have the zip
to change from the accused to tormentor.
Another drug to contraindicate,
to stop his heart, stop the trial, the lies
and pain. The justice of it would placate
his mind. -- Another butcher to despise,
a trial which found the guilt of Karadzic
but,...
#sonnet
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AnonymousBystander
Poem Published
20th May 2021 8:38pm
20th May 2021 8:38pm
A Modern Pardoner's Tale
Three fools from Blighty - Matt, Dimwitty,
and Boris - thought they could kill death.
Devising plans devoid of pity,
to give someone, one more last breath.
Perhaps a worthy undertaking,
apart from the stupid mistaking
of point for pointless. Thus, our knaves
embarked upon making us slaves.
As covid was waxing and waning,
they spread fear by a false measure
and, squandered the nation's treasure.
They shut the NHS, explaining:
your cruel, needless sacrifice
to give us kudos, may suffice.
and Boris - thought they could kill death.
Devising plans devoid of pity,
to give someone, one more last breath.
Perhaps a worthy undertaking,
apart from the stupid mistaking
of point for pointless. Thus, our knaves
embarked upon making us slaves.
As covid was waxing and waning,
they spread fear by a false measure
and, squandered the nation's treasure.
They shut the NHS, explaining:
your cruel, needless sacrifice
to give us kudos, may suffice.
#sonnet
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