Sonnet by Top Critiquers Poems
#sonnet
Ode to Grey Skies
A Sonnet
I write to thee oh beautiful grey skies
Thou has blessed us with plenty of fine rain
Thine sight might be a pain to some sore eyes
Thus I pen this ode but not to complain
Every day thy clouds look a bit scary
Another storm forms filling us with dread
Local news makes us weary and wary
As downpours and floods are surging ahead
So I ask thee oh beautiful grey skies
Please listen to my pleas and humble rhyme
The drawn-out drought has come to a demise
We prayed for rain but not all at the same time
...
I write to thee oh beautiful grey skies
Thou has blessed us with plenty of fine rain
Thine sight might be a pain to some sore eyes
Thus I pen this ode but not to complain
Every day thy clouds look a bit scary
Another storm forms filling us with dread
Local news makes us weary and wary
As downpours and floods are surging ahead
So I ask thee oh beautiful grey skies
Please listen to my pleas and humble rhyme
The drawn-out drought has come to a demise
We prayed for rain but not all at the same time
...
#sky
#rain
#storm #sonnet
#storm #sonnet
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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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Prolegomenon
I am no bard nor peaty voiced actor
to master the trodden stage planks of old,
but a high and low brow cross-bred factor
who likes his English both peaty, and bold,
and to pulsate forever on a page
as much as it might ever do if heard
when uttered upon some elegant stage
favored to hark only the finest word,
mulled...excruciatingly phonemic...
all for fear of his own voice resounding
like something too terribly anemic
for an audience all too astounding;
with a godlike savvy of the medium, ...
to master the trodden stage planks of old,
but a high and low brow cross-bred factor
who likes his English both peaty, and bold,
and to pulsate forever on a page
as much as it might ever do if heard
when uttered upon some elegant stage
favored to hark only the finest word,
mulled...excruciatingly phonemic...
all for fear of his own voice resounding
like something too terribly anemic
for an audience all too astounding;
with a godlike savvy of the medium, ...
#motivational
#sonnet
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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
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This Thing.
I hate that deep, dark, cold of outer space
it mocks my feeble spark of being, so,
it's up there, lurking, but so in my face
with its life bringing ancient big bang glow.
It's waiting for my cold scattered ashes
this foul, heartless, dead but eternal thing,
to take my atoms like so much trash is
taken by trash carts though, I'll cling and cling...
It's the rotten fixed fate of emptiness
I shan't make a mark on space left behind,
this soap-bubble of my brief consciousness
will blink, snuffing out my life-spark...
it mocks my feeble spark of being, so,
it's up there, lurking, but so in my face
with its life bringing ancient big bang glow.
It's waiting for my cold scattered ashes
this foul, heartless, dead but eternal thing,
to take my atoms like so much trash is
taken by trash carts though, I'll cling and cling...
It's the rotten fixed fate of emptiness
I shan't make a mark on space left behind,
this soap-bubble of my brief consciousness
will blink, snuffing out my life-spark...
#sonnet
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Tragedy in Gaza
In the Gaza Extermination Zone
unacceptable by any measure
the dogged pursuit of Hamas erasure
kills civilians in and out of their homes;
as buildings collapse, hear the crunch of bones
relentless missiles fired with a leisure
that clock religious measure-for-treasure
dating back to fantasy chromosomes
Strange, Palestinians too are Semitic
Jewish-Arab brotherhood rejected
extremists in charge, apocalyptic,
fellow humans march for peace, suspected
meanwhile, weapons-makers, parasitic
are pocketing profits,...
unacceptable by any measure
the dogged pursuit of Hamas erasure
kills civilians in and out of their homes;
as buildings collapse, hear the crunch of bones
relentless missiles fired with a leisure
that clock religious measure-for-treasure
dating back to fantasy chromosomes
Strange, Palestinians too are Semitic
Jewish-Arab brotherhood rejected
extremists in charge, apocalyptic,
fellow humans march for peace, suspected
meanwhile, weapons-makers, parasitic
are pocketing profits,...
#sadness
#war
#rhyming #sonnet
#rhyming #sonnet
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Quiet Desires
yearning pining never whole
his core a dark empty hole
impassioned words from her immortal soul
passionate observer his only role
she knows not of his desire and pains
smitten by her lyrical quatrains
distance and time foreordains
shattered heart nothing remains
pump fails pipe collapses
signals dammed at all synapses
spirit depersonalized his soul effaces
santa muerte calls as time elapses
thanatos guides and corpus expires
she will never know his quiet desires
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
his core a dark empty hole
impassioned words from her immortal soul
passionate observer his only role
she knows not of his desire and pains
smitten by her lyrical quatrains
distance and time foreordains
shattered heart nothing remains
pump fails pipe collapses
signals dammed at all synapses
spirit depersonalized his soul effaces
santa muerte calls as time elapses
thanatos guides and corpus expires
she will never know his quiet desires
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
#love
#death
#sonnet #passion
#sonnet #passion
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Awakening
Finding myself in the fire, I seethe.
Roasting under the breath of your harsh words.
You are suppressing me; I cannot breathe.
Smoke fills my lungs, my deliverance slurred.
Long gone is the compassion I once felt.
I have been left here with horror and fear.
Asking for assistance, I remain knelt.
Can my voice carry any favor here?
Like the phoenix, I rise from the ashes!
Demanding that you look into my eyes
as my talons engrave you with gashes.
I free myself from your prison of lies!
Spanning my wings, floating...
Roasting under the breath of your harsh words.
You are suppressing me; I cannot breathe.
Smoke fills my lungs, my deliverance slurred.
Long gone is the compassion I once felt.
I have been left here with horror and fear.
Asking for assistance, I remain knelt.
Can my voice carry any favor here?
Like the phoenix, I rise from the ashes!
Demanding that you look into my eyes
as my talons engrave you with gashes.
I free myself from your prison of lies!
Spanning my wings, floating...
#breakup
#sonnet
#freedom
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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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I Saw A Nude Shirley

#lesbian
#erotic
#summer
#fiction
#sonnet
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Pink Velvet
your pink velvet that inspires me to write
I love the way you pulse, shiver and leak
you invade my mind, haunt me through the night
I worship you with words I cannot speak
but my mouth is the only thing that’s dry
your tight grip, intensely warm and dripping
the slick dream and the whisper of your sigh
slakes while from your velvet cup I’m sipping
I am face to face with your sultry haze
I love your slippery clit, mouth and thighs
thinking of your tasty slit fills my days
now I come to you my sweet, sticky prize ...
I love the way you pulse, shiver and leak
you invade my mind, haunt me through the night
I worship you with words I cannot speak
but my mouth is the only thing that’s dry
your tight grip, intensely warm and dripping
the slick dream and the whisper of your sigh
slakes while from your velvet cup I’m sipping
I am face to face with your sultry haze
I love your slippery clit, mouth and thighs
thinking of your tasty slit fills my days
now I come to you my sweet, sticky prize ...
#lust
#sonnet
#passion
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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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