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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
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
482 reads
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
482 reads
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
482 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 8:14pm
4th Jul 2024 8:14pm
Flawed Lines
I find I only write imperfect lines
in the flawed poetry that I write
regardless of any perfect designs
which do inspire within the night
As I dabble in this wet ink
attempt to find something worthwhile to say
just doodling here upon the very brink
in this endless game I now must play
Wondering what I will find
when my poetry does end
perhaps some peace of mind
or some rationale I can defend
But regardless of the rhyme
each poem is a confessional time
in the flawed poetry that I write
regardless of any perfect designs
which do inspire within the night
As I dabble in this wet ink
attempt to find something worthwhile to say
just doodling here upon the very brink
in this endless game I now must play
Wondering what I will find
when my poetry does end
perhaps some peace of mind
or some rationale I can defend
But regardless of the rhyme
each poem is a confessional time
#art
#confessional
#PowerOfWords
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
13 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 8:14pm
4th Jul 2024 8:14pm
Flawed Lines
I find I only write imperfect lines
in the flawed poetry that I write
regardless of any perfect designs
which do inspire within the night
As I dabble in this wet ink
attempt to find something worthwhile to say
just doodling here upon the very brink
in this endless game I now must play
Wondering what I will find
when my poetry does end
perhaps some peace of mind
or some rationale I can defend
But regardless of the rhyme
each poem is a confessional time
in the flawed poetry that I write
regardless of any perfect designs
which do inspire within the night
As I dabble in this wet ink
attempt to find something worthwhile to say
just doodling here upon the very brink
in this endless game I now must play
Wondering what I will find
when my poetry does end
perhaps some peace of mind
or some rationale I can defend
But regardless of the rhyme
each poem is a confessional time
#art
#confessional
#PowerOfWords
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
13 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 8:14pm
4th Jul 2024 8:14pm
Flawed Lines
I find I only write imperfect lines
in the flawed poetry that I write
regardless of any perfect designs
which do inspire within the night
As I dabble in this wet ink
attempt to find something worthwhile to say
just doodling here upon the very brink
in this endless game I now must play
Wondering what I will find
when my poetry does end
perhaps some peace of mind
or some rationale I can defend
But regardless of the rhyme
each poem is a confessional time
in the flawed poetry that I write
regardless of any perfect designs
which do inspire within the night
As I dabble in this wet ink
attempt to find something worthwhile to say
just doodling here upon the very brink
in this endless game I now must play
Wondering what I will find
when my poetry does end
perhaps some peace of mind
or some rationale I can defend
But regardless of the rhyme
each poem is a confessional time
#art
#confessional
#PowerOfWords
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
13 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 8:14pm
4th Jul 2024 8:14pm
Flawed Lines
I find I only write imperfect lines
in the flawed poetry that I write
regardless of any perfect designs
which do inspire within the night
As I dabble in this wet ink
attempt to find something worthwhile to say
just doodling here upon the very brink
in this endless game I now must play
Wondering what I will find
when my poetry does end
perhaps some peace of mind
or some rationale I can defend
But regardless of the rhyme
each poem is a confessional time
in the flawed poetry that I write
regardless of any perfect designs
which do inspire within the night
As I dabble in this wet ink
attempt to find something worthwhile to say
just doodling here upon the very brink
in this endless game I now must play
Wondering what I will find
when my poetry does end
perhaps some peace of mind
or some rationale I can defend
But regardless of the rhyme
each poem is a confessional time
#art
#confessional
#PowerOfWords
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
13 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 8:14pm
4th Jul 2024 8:14pm
Flawed Lines
I find I only write imperfect lines
in the flawed poetry that I write
regardless of any perfect designs
which do inspire within the night
As I dabble in this wet ink
attempt to find something worthwhile to say
just doodling here upon the very brink
in this endless game I now must play
Wondering what I will find
when my poetry does end
perhaps some peace of mind
or some rationale I can defend
But regardless of the rhyme
each poem is a confessional time
in the flawed poetry that I write
regardless of any perfect designs
which do inspire within the night
As I dabble in this wet ink
attempt to find something worthwhile to say
just doodling here upon the very brink
in this endless game I now must play
Wondering what I will find
when my poetry does end
perhaps some peace of mind
or some rationale I can defend
But regardless of the rhyme
each poem is a confessional time
#art
#confessional
#PowerOfWords
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
13 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 5:10am
4th Sep 2024 5:10am
To Write a Sonnet or Not to Write
To write a sonnet or not to write…tight
The question is...can you stick to the form?
If you do participate in this rite…right
Then you best be prepared for a brain...storm
Old Shakespeare used to spill his ink with ease
For some it takes years to improve the art
But to be clear it’s not always a breeze
When the rhymed lines come straight from the heart
You just have to practice and exercise
While you’re at it add some wordplay and pun
Proofread and comprise, edit and revise
Then you’ll see composing sonnets is fun
...
The question is...can you stick to the form?
If you do participate in this rite…right
Then you best be prepared for a brain...storm
Old Shakespeare used to spill his ink with ease
For some it takes years to improve the art
But to be clear it’s not always a breeze
When the rhymed lines come straight from the heart
You just have to practice and exercise
While you’re at it add some wordplay and pun
Proofread and comprise, edit and revise
Then you’ll see composing sonnets is fun
...
#rhyming
#sonnet
231 reads
15 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 5:10am
4th Sep 2024 5:10am
To Write a Sonnet or Not to Write
To write a sonnet or not to write…tight
The question is...can you stick to the form?
If you do participate in this rite…right
Then you best be prepared for a brain...storm
Old Shakespeare used to spill his ink with ease
For some it takes years to improve the art
But to be clear it’s not always a breeze
When the rhymed lines come straight from the heart
You just have to practice and exercise
While you’re at it add some wordplay and pun
Proofread and comprise, edit and revise
Then you’ll see composing sonnets is fun
...
The question is...can you stick to the form?
If you do participate in this rite…right
Then you best be prepared for a brain...storm
Old Shakespeare used to spill his ink with ease
For some it takes years to improve the art
But to be clear it’s not always a breeze
When the rhymed lines come straight from the heart
You just have to practice and exercise
While you’re at it add some wordplay and pun
Proofread and comprise, edit and revise
Then you’ll see composing sonnets is fun
...
#rhyming
#sonnet
231 reads
15 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
11th May 2019 11:41pm
11th May 2019 11:41pm
Sonnet in a Wheelchair
(because Em asked me for a sonnet but I don’t comprehend the iambic pentameter)
My sexy Muse, You inspire me to write.
I love all Your flirting, spills and kisses.
You invade my mind through the day and night,
Hard-ons in my mornings, Hell what is this!
You will always have me now, every day,
You’re drop-dead-gorgeous and brilliantly smart.
You instantly captured me with chess play
Synchronicity, Wow! Now have my heart.
How do I love You? Let me taste the ways!
I nosh on Your sexy ass,...
My sexy Muse, You inspire me to write.
I love all Your flirting, spills and kisses.
You invade my mind through the day and night,
Hard-ons in my mornings, Hell what is this!
You will always have me now, every day,
You’re drop-dead-gorgeous and brilliantly smart.
You instantly captured me with chess play
Synchronicity, Wow! Now have my heart.
How do I love You? Let me taste the ways!
I nosh on Your sexy ass,...
#lust
#sex
#funny
#lover
#sonnet
1207 reads
19 Comments
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