Sonnet Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#sonnet
dumdum10100
Poem Published
7th May 2021 11:42am
7th May 2021 11:42am
At a Roads End
At a Road’s End
Sun-drenched hillsides elate my youthful soul,
as I aimlessly ramble down lost roads.
Forgotten woods filled with life; croaking toads,
a slithering snake, hooting owls, young foal.
Along this magic adventure I stroll;
to find the hidden city of pure gold,
or would nature’s secrets I e’er behold?
This blissful view of mine, Tomorrow stole.
Engulfed with fear; as skies turn crimson red,
awful approaching dusk hangs on the wind,
your strange presence encourages this dread,
and while, your flirty offer, I’ve...
Sun-drenched hillsides elate my youthful soul,
as I aimlessly ramble down lost roads.
Forgotten woods filled with life; croaking toads,
a slithering snake, hooting owls, young foal.
Along this magic adventure I stroll;
to find the hidden city of pure gold,
or would nature’s secrets I e’er behold?
This blissful view of mine, Tomorrow stole.
Engulfed with fear; as skies turn crimson red,
awful approaching dusk hangs on the wind,
your strange presence encourages this dread,
and while, your flirty offer, I’ve...
#death
#sonnet
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dumdum10100
Poem Published
20th Apr 2021 11:05pm
20th Apr 2021 11:05pm
Waiting
Waiting
Oh Wretched temptress, leave my fragile heart,
riddance to these recurring restless dreams,
where our paths never happened to depart,
awakening to shed tears like swift streams.
If love should ever cross my path again,
will it be just as sweet as you and me,
and cause me such distraught when love is slain;
to sink back down into this woeful sea.
Perhaps, had I not known your bitter touch,
my skies would still be painted as light blue,
and would I be a better man as such;
or sorrowful, for you I never knew....
Oh Wretched temptress, leave my fragile heart,
riddance to these recurring restless dreams,
where our paths never happened to depart,
awakening to shed tears like swift streams.
If love should ever cross my path again,
will it be just as sweet as you and me,
and cause me such distraught when love is slain;
to sink back down into this woeful sea.
Perhaps, had I not known your bitter touch,
my skies would still be painted as light blue,
and would I be a better man as such;
or sorrowful, for you I never knew....
#love
#sonnet
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
19th Apr 2021 4:10pm
19th Apr 2021 4:10pm
Writing Out the Storm
trembling lips will speak to love
of loss, of fear, of death;
broken hearts and hurt thereof,
upon hope’s final breath
crowded minds will ponder gifts
of time, of faith, of space;
squandered days and subtle shifts
behind regret’s disgrace
leaking pens will spill the words
of each, of them, of all;
anxious souls and restless swords,
beneath the tempest squall
rain surrenders to the storm
art transcends intended form
of loss, of fear, of death;
broken hearts and hurt thereof,
upon hope’s final breath
crowded minds will ponder gifts
of time, of faith, of space;
squandered days and subtle shifts
behind regret’s disgrace
leaking pens will spill the words
of each, of them, of all;
anxious souls and restless swords,
beneath the tempest squall
rain surrenders to the storm
art transcends intended form
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2021
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AnonymousBystander
Poem Published
3rd May 2020 1:16pm
3rd May 2020 1:16pm
The Dimming White Spot Fades To Black
The tool of propagandists, television;
the self important electronic nag.
Vainly disseminating information
and, trying to put your mind in their bag.
We found all their transmissions were informing
and fed on the truth that they were broadcasting.
Enlightenment came to us through TV,
bringing worlds we would not otherwise see!
But a web was spun of free information
and narratives from differing sources.
No one chose the horses for the courses
which gallop'd towards our new liberation.
TV the medium of idiots
now...
the self important electronic nag.
Vainly disseminating information
and, trying to put your mind in their bag.
We found all their transmissions were informing
and fed on the truth that they were broadcasting.
Enlightenment came to us through TV,
bringing worlds we would not otherwise see!
But a web was spun of free information
and narratives from differing sources.
No one chose the horses for the courses
which gallop'd towards our new liberation.
TV the medium of idiots
now...
#sonnet
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2 Comments
Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
18th Apr 2020 1:28pm
18th Apr 2020 1:28pm
Wanky Wail Flirted
moaning melody bruised
reeling rusty cruise
dark dribbles drooled
felon fate fumed
hankering hoisted licked
voluptuous flames flipped
punctured palm pricked
callous consciousness clipped
sassy stripes stripped
bounty flesh fostered
taunted tune triggered
eerie emotions filtered
bounty beats birthed
wanky wail flirted
'20:04:18:11:21
Note: Of drooling drums.
reeling rusty cruise
dark dribbles drooled
felon fate fumed
hankering hoisted licked
voluptuous flames flipped
punctured palm pricked
callous consciousness clipped
sassy stripes stripped
bounty flesh fostered
taunted tune triggered
eerie emotions filtered
bounty beats birthed
wanky wail flirted
'20:04:18:11:21
Note: Of drooling drums.
#sonnet
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DestroyerOfUranus
Des.
Des.
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 11:37am
22nd Mar 2020 11:37am
Song of Boogie
Frolic across the yellow brick pathway,
Funky groove to the sound so beautiful.
Rescue my heart from the silence of who,
My heart growing warm to the sight of you.
Shimmy down and out, don't drop your caress,
Gripped from genesis, Born to love who?
Soul smoked in Ganja to ease the distress,
God gives answers found in my sober rest.
Waltz in here dear, dance to infinity.
Portal to wonderland, our eyes perplexed.
Matched gaze with passionate intensity.
Beauty in the fact that we are both a mess!
...
Funky groove to the sound so beautiful.
Rescue my heart from the silence of who,
My heart growing warm to the sight of you.
Shimmy down and out, don't drop your caress,
Gripped from genesis, Born to love who?
Soul smoked in Ganja to ease the distress,
God gives answers found in my sober rest.
Waltz in here dear, dance to infinity.
Portal to wonderland, our eyes perplexed.
Matched gaze with passionate intensity.
Beauty in the fact that we are both a mess!
...
#love
#sonnet
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Wordsmith
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2020 8:00am
3rd Feb 2020 8:00am
I want to be your star
I want to be your stars
Not a regular star
Not just the type you stare at in the sky
Not the ones you often see every night
I want to be your moon
The one that brighten you
The type that makes the night looks like afternoon
I want to be the host
And you will be the parasite
When my heart will be your home
Where you forever dine
I want to be your lightning
And you will be my thunder
And then we’ll be striking
Forces that try’n put us assunder
Not a regular star
Not just the type you stare at in the sky
Not the ones you often see every night
I want to be your moon
The one that brighten you
The type that makes the night looks like afternoon
I want to be the host
And you will be the parasite
When my heart will be your home
Where you forever dine
I want to be your lightning
And you will be my thunder
And then we’ll be striking
Forces that try’n put us assunder
#love
#sonnet
#FallingInLove
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AlisVolatPropriis8
Poem Published
18th Dec 2019 11:48am
18th Dec 2019 11:48am
A midday work.
I realize my song was in vain
where wood and grapes fall by
the Night side of courture where
thee midnight hay day of the morning
sun in the dungeons of the eons
of in the rest of solitude of soul in
the face of evening sun ,where the
night lurches by.
Let me by the light in the evest of
the dawn of the morning fortitude.
Let me stay by the night of the beetle's song
where she comes back from work of wood paper,
but don't get distracted by autumn.
where wood and grapes fall by
the Night side of courture where
thee midnight hay day of the morning
sun in the dungeons of the eons
of in the rest of solitude of soul in
the face of evening sun ,where the
night lurches by.
Let me by the light in the evest of
the dawn of the morning fortitude.
Let me stay by the night of the beetle's song
where she comes back from work of wood paper,
but don't get distracted by autumn.
#sonnet
408 reads
3 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2019 2:56pm
2nd Aug 2019 2:56pm
In Honey Gold, a Calm that Clings Unfelt -Sonnet Eighty
In honey gold, a calm that clings unfelt,
The points and twists, the curls and subtle clefts,
Begins in quiet breaths, in darkness melts,
The East burns bright like ancient sunrise left.
How in this canyons’ valley, Godly formed,
The day seems in its start and end reversed.
For last of daily grace, the East conforms,
While sunrise seems, the Western rocks converse.
And in this place where God still daily fares,
Saved from the vice of greed and our disgrace,
So, we can with this God release our cares,
And gain perhaps a...
The points and twists, the curls and subtle clefts,
Begins in quiet breaths, in darkness melts,
The East burns bright like ancient sunrise left.
How in this canyons’ valley, Godly formed,
The day seems in its start and end reversed.
For last of daily grace, the East conforms,
While sunrise seems, the Western rocks converse.
And in this place where God still daily fares,
Saved from the vice of greed and our disgrace,
So, we can with this God release our cares,
And gain perhaps a...
#nature
#God
#sonnet
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1 Comment
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2019 2:07pm
2nd Aug 2019 2:07pm
What if your God Became the Who You Are? – Sonnet Seventy-Nine
What if your God became the “who” you are?
Became the God who hates creations’ grace,
The God condemning those mighty Caesar,
In castigations, holds in caged debase?
The God who sent the Jews to Babylon,
Who only holds Judea in His love,
The God who all Samaritans upon
His curse should fall, his chosen rise above?
Did you forget that Jesus was a Jew?
And Hebrew Lawyers put him to his fate,
And Pilot tried to reason, but their few
Ensured his death, again to make “them” great.
Redeemed? But are you...
Became the God who hates creations’ grace,
The God condemning those mighty Caesar,
In castigations, holds in caged debase?
The God who sent the Jews to Babylon,
Who only holds Judea in His love,
The God who all Samaritans upon
His curse should fall, his chosen rise above?
Did you forget that Jesus was a Jew?
And Hebrew Lawyers put him to his fate,
And Pilot tried to reason, but their few
Ensured his death, again to make “them” great.
Redeemed? But are you...
#politics
#religion
#sonnet #hypocrisy
#sonnet #hypocrisy
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Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
30th Jul 2019 2:12pm
30th Jul 2019 2:12pm
The Gurus of my Youth in Junk-Shop Myths – Sonnet Seventy-Eight
The gurus of my youth in junk-shop myths,
In mid-night robes of thrift-store overcoats,
In quart beer vulgate prophesies consist
The mirror of their billboard soapbox hopes.
Like Whitman’s ghost on D.C. streets ignores
The calls of poets hungry 3 A.M.,
The chill of Fall in Summer’s night deplores,
That even he, our modern words condemn.
Our journals filled with cursive runic prose,
Expose our nature of mind’s deconstruct,
Foucault and Derrida, their damned suppose
That subtext held the...
In mid-night robes of thrift-store overcoats,
In quart beer vulgate prophesies consist
The mirror of their billboard soapbox hopes.
Like Whitman’s ghost on D.C. streets ignores
The calls of poets hungry 3 A.M.,
The chill of Fall in Summer’s night deplores,
That even he, our modern words condemn.
Our journals filled with cursive runic prose,
Expose our nature of mind’s deconstruct,
Foucault and Derrida, their damned suppose
That subtext held the...
#sonnet
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #nonfiction
#WritingPoetry #nonfiction
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2 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
28th Jul 2019 3:31pm
28th Jul 2019 3:31pm
As Moon Converses Slow Its Path Through Night – Sonnet Seventy-Seven
As Moon converses slow its path through night
To charm the stars to form their pictured frames
With songs traverse in brilliant movement’s light
Once sung with grace in godly verses claimed.
Though Sun may gain its sky with slanted dawn,
And seek to quiet Moon’s more subtle songs,
Its orange deranging heat brings frenzy on,
That leaves no quiet place for calm’s belong.
But Moon, in pirouettes of ancient rhyme,
Let’s fractious Sun in spot lit tumult rave.
As heathens will destroy themselves in time,
So vac’ous Sun...
To charm the stars to form their pictured frames
With songs traverse in brilliant movement’s light
Once sung with grace in godly verses claimed.
Though Sun may gain its sky with slanted dawn,
And seek to quiet Moon’s more subtle songs,
Its orange deranging heat brings frenzy on,
That leaves no quiet place for calm’s belong.
But Moon, in pirouettes of ancient rhyme,
Let’s fractious Sun in spot lit tumult rave.
As heathens will destroy themselves in time,
So vac’ous Sun...
#sun
#moon
#night #sonnet
#night #sonnet
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