Sonnet

The Teacher Sonnet
Note: Well, I have been quite surprised by the response to the student's sonnet I wrote last week. And many of you said that you thought I should give the teacher a fair shot at a response. Here it is (and, once again, a very rough draft that may go through changes).
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
INTJ "The Loner Investigator"
With mind most keen, a strategist profound, INTJ's soul, in reason's web is bound. A thirst for knowledge, ever burns within,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Romantic in Love
Romantic in love with a hopeless dream Ordering life to appear like fiction Minus the love, a torturous centime Athenian only in depiction.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
We Three Kings
Look at them with their little light boxes! They are supposed to be here to peer at us But the sight of our strong life flummoxes;
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Red Barked Trees
A Red Barked Tree Introduction Today I went for a walk in Hulne Park, Alnwick and noticed that the bark on a lot of the trees was a browny red reminding me of the song by Wire. This is about one of my previous visits.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Floating an Idea
Those who struggle can not swim for they meet their own resistance. Suffer they from heavy limb that will not last the distance.
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
INTJ "The Perfectionist Strategist"
With mind that pierces through the veils of night, The architect, a soul of keenest sight, Doth delve in logic's depths, with purpose strong,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Sailors' Dream
Saltwater batters the crag with great force Knowing of danger men set out to sea They started their journey bearing due north
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Months Poem
January stars fresh They call it the New year Joy spreads through bone and flush Resolutions line up fear already wasted a year, it's a sad song
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Separation is Death
Detachment is Passing This sonnet is about the torment of detachment. That's what the writer says in the event that you at any point pay attention to the wails of an individual, or take a gander at the manner in which two isolated cranes sob for one another, or see the tears moving down somebody's cheek right now of separating, then, at that point, you will maybe comprehend that detachment is passing.
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Poets
Hailstones. Content Warning.
Thanks to Poppy again for raising another challenge to get us Vocal people thinking and creating. You can read about this challenge here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Made With Love
Inhale, savor it, a taste that lingers A melody of joy, and heartache too Bright strokes from sunset’s paint laden fingers
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets