Sonnet

Guiding Light: Ode to a Teacher. Content Warning.
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Sleep time Stories
In a curious little town settled between moving slopes and murmuring woods, there carried on with a gathering of kids who enthusiastically anticipated the appearance of sunset. For in the tranquil hug of the night, in the midst of the delicate shine of evening glow and shimmering stars, a supernatural custom unfurled — a practice that made them exuberantly pleased with amazement and their fantasies with charm.
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Poets
Disposable
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Lacerated Sonnet
Like autumn leaves, our love descends, a scattered flight, Whispers of promises, swept away by the cold night. Each sonnet verse, a jagged shard, reflects the pain,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets
It’s funny
It’s funny what makes us laugh and giggle; what triggers our guffaw! It’s the awkward-oddity, the wiggle, that we snigglers most adore!
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Rainbow. Content Warning.
In skies of blue, where dreams take flight, A rainbow blooms, a wondrous sight. With hues that dance and colors bright,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Birthday Baby Shower
I wore a bodycon green dress, and my hair was a silky cloak. Your grandfather planned for a bunny-themed baby shower. Your father did not say happy birthday to me or give me a flower,
By Diani Alvarenga2 years ago in Poets
Aphrodite & Hephaestus
Love and beauty sweeten mortal being And spice and ornament the lives of gods; Without me, queen of both, brightly beaming
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
She Waddles into the Night Like the Sun
She waddles into the night like the Sun The white wine turning blue in her bowel The Cosmos did not encourage her gun Neither did she ask for a new vowel
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
We've made it all too difficult
We've made it all too difficult; putting ‘goodness’ out of reach. We’ve locked it in a velvet vault; giving keys to those who preach.
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
Whispers on Paper. Content Warning.
In parchment's embrace, a story unfurls, A letter, a vessel for heart's soft whirls. In ink's delicate dance, emotions abide,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Silent Solace. Content Warning.
In the hush of the cold, winter's breath, When the moon casts its silver sheath, The world seems to pause, in a quiet repose,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets