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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 8:16pm
1st Sep 2024 8:16pm
Defeated
What have I seen?
not actually sure
a losing team
is there a cure?
Batters could not hit
pitcher let up many runs
balls popping out of mitts
fans annoyed; this was no fun
No hope for them
fans have gone away
behind by 10
maybe some other day
Fans today were shedding tears
future days may bring applause & cheers
not actually sure
a losing team
is there a cure?
Batters could not hit
pitcher let up many runs
balls popping out of mitts
fans annoyed; this was no fun
No hope for them
fans have gone away
behind by 10
maybe some other day
Fans today were shedding tears
future days may bring applause & cheers
#disappointment
#hope
#rhyming
#sonnet
#sports
75 reads
5 Comments
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
181 reads
12 Comments
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
181 reads
12 Comments
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
181 reads
12 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 1:25pm
7th Jan 2025 1:25pm
Little spring-lamb...
I remember being a new-born lamb
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease
old ones seemed to roam...
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease
old ones seemed to roam...
#sonnet
40 reads
3 Comments
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
245 reads
7 Comments
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
245 reads
7 Comments
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
245 reads
7 Comments
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
245 reads
7 Comments
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
687 reads
22 Comments
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
687 reads
22 Comments
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
687 reads
22 Comments
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