Sonnet by Top Critiquers Poems
#sonnet
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
111 reads
5 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
712 reads
22 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th May 2024 6:19pm
19th May 2024 6:19pm
Mare Nectaris
Infused with her halcyon midnight eyes
a palmy moonbeam spake tranquility,
upon our nuptial bed, and Terran skies,
and aqueous humor ability
which all became her serene seas of love,
waiting for me to deeply take the plunge
that all the maids of Tethys have heard of
and each subsequently fathoming lunge
ever to founder a sailor ashore
on the lush delta of damsel demand
where treasure frequently buried for more
navigation at a later command...
plumbs a limpidity beyond compare
at all of...
a palmy moonbeam spake tranquility,
upon our nuptial bed, and Terran skies,
and aqueous humor ability
which all became her serene seas of love,
waiting for me to deeply take the plunge
that all the maids of Tethys have heard of
and each subsequently fathoming lunge
ever to founder a sailor ashore
on the lush delta of damsel demand
where treasure frequently buried for more
navigation at a later command...
plumbs a limpidity beyond compare
at all of...
#admiration
#beauty
#sonnet
183 reads
5 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
455 reads
6 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
219 reads
15 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 00:00am
11th Oct 2024 00:00am
Angels
(Fia Naturie/Billy Snagg)
I cannot compare thee to anything.
One look stops the very air that I breathe.
As angels kiss lips as soft as dew, sing,
For all that I yearn will make me believe.
And I carry on musing just the same,
Through life's tribulations, dancing a tune.
Loving each other, there can be no shame,
Proceeding in time to the sound of June.
Now when I think back to those pastures ripe -
Carefree and joyous for all we were worth,
Even on days we would carry a gripe -
Still you're my sunshine, my heaven on...
I cannot compare thee to anything.
One look stops the very air that I breathe.
As angels kiss lips as soft as dew, sing,
For all that I yearn will make me believe.
And I carry on musing just the same,
Through life's tribulations, dancing a tune.
Loving each other, there can be no shame,
Proceeding in time to the sound of June.
Now when I think back to those pastures ripe -
Carefree and joyous for all we were worth,
Even on days we would carry a gripe -
Still you're my sunshine, my heaven on...
#love
#motivational
#relationships
#respect
#sonnet
517 reads
19 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
Love is Her Religion
Love is Her Religion
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
#love
#romantic
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#sonnet
417 reads
6 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 3:48pm
21st Jan 2025 3:48pm
Unforgettable
I wonder, myself whom I venerate
The voice of my heart if loud fair enough!
The hive of my life I strive to relate
Aspire to unleash my wonders, seems tough.
To craft a soul of light, creed of the core
The quest for mines of gems never shall end
The harsh thrusts I’ve learned not to deplore
For every stance there shall be a firm stand.
Pearly prints along your path, your voice carve
Sound sounds are seized and unforgettable
Medallions feeding souls to never starve
The bliss is a blessing increasable.
Sowing abiding...
The voice of my heart if loud fair enough!
The hive of my life I strive to relate
Aspire to unleash my wonders, seems tough.
To craft a soul of light, creed of the core
The quest for mines of gems never shall end
The harsh thrusts I’ve learned not to deplore
For every stance there shall be a firm stand.
Pearly prints along your path, your voice carve
Sound sounds are seized and unforgettable
Medallions feeding souls to never starve
The bliss is a blessing increasable.
Sowing abiding...
#admiration
#learning
#sonnet
#spiritual
#strength
51 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 1:18pm
28th Dec 2023 1:18pm
Twilight Furrows
Twilight Furrows
The evenin' stretchs out somber shadows
Snaking slowly, across the deep furrows
And the far distance holds a fainting glow
It's time then, for a regretful adieu ........!
Between the pines, walking the outworn lane
An endless path, watching a sun that wanes
Among fiery mist, and a blinking ray,
A path, that holds remains of yesterday
Burnt umber land, turned at december's throes
Lonely sparrow and a pack of black crows
A whole year flew by, the idles lands lie
Yet, no time when...
The evenin' stretchs out somber shadows
Snaking slowly, across the deep furrows
And the far distance holds a fainting glow
It's time then, for a regretful adieu ........!
Between the pines, walking the outworn lane
An endless path, watching a sun that wanes
Among fiery mist, and a blinking ray,
A path, that holds remains of yesterday
Burnt umber land, turned at december's throes
Lonely sparrow and a pack of black crows
A whole year flew by, the idles lands lie
Yet, no time when...
#sonnet
145 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 8:23pm
19th Feb 2025 8:23pm
As If?
He carries round his window cleaning gear
whistling some well known bohemian air,
wears gold earrings, (street cred' is now so dear,)
and runs up ladders like his bedroom stairs.
Tanned and sleek, full of self-confident wealth,
he growls, '' you're next !" (in hope to hear a purr?)
rippling muscles, bouncing around with health,
with a chest full of lush, gorilla, fur...
He cleans windows like an athletic cat
stalks those streets, an animal on the hunt,
but I know the repertoire, all the chat,
and the sleazy way he says...
whistling some well known bohemian air,
wears gold earrings, (street cred' is now so dear,)
and runs up ladders like his bedroom stairs.
Tanned and sleek, full of self-confident wealth,
he growls, '' you're next !" (in hope to hear a purr?)
rippling muscles, bouncing around with health,
with a chest full of lush, gorilla, fur...
He cleans windows like an athletic cat
stalks those streets, an animal on the hunt,
but I know the repertoire, all the chat,
and the sleazy way he says...
#sonnet
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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
264 reads
7 Comments
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:55pm
9th May 2024 11:55pm
Psychological
To scribble sonnets you must be skillful
Let your words trickle into a missile
Deciphering it if it's possible
Illusions are blocking your optical
Unconscious in a mental hospital
These thoughts all transcribed are methodical
And the word spacing is unstoppable
Subliminal maybe impossible
This cannot be real It's illogical
With syllables all chronological
This obsession now patholigical
And my disorder neurological
My thoughts and words are diabolical
This...
Let your words trickle into a missile
Deciphering it if it's possible
Illusions are blocking your optical
Unconscious in a mental hospital
These thoughts all transcribed are methodical
And the word spacing is unstoppable
Subliminal maybe impossible
This cannot be real It's illogical
With syllables all chronological
This obsession now patholigical
And my disorder neurological
My thoughts and words are diabolical
This...
#sonnet
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