Sonnet

Break My Heart.
And the prayer “break my heart” fell from my lips, Quickly at that, for distaste had settled in my mouth. My heart, like wilted petals, swiftly slips.
By Marvelous Michael5 months ago in Poets
Aquarius
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Eden
Eden Resigned to my lot, as the man time forgot, written off, or so I thought. Like Saint Anthony to souls lost,
By Chris Z5 months ago in Poets
The Search
I’ve searched for you in the ocean I’ve searched for you in the skies I’ve searched for you in other’s eyes I’ve searched for you all our lives
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Still With Me
🦋🐞🌻🍁♎💜♉🍁🌻🐞🦋 When We Met Again You Made My Heart Fly When You Spoke My Name You Remembered Me 🌻 No One Had Ever Seen Me, Made Me Feel I Was A Treasure, And This Love Was Real 🐞 Each Morning You're There Always On My Mind Memory So Pure You Beauty Divine 🦋 Now You're In My Heart Never Shall We Part 🦋🐞🌻🍁♎💜♉🍁🌻🐞🦋
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
By Zakir Ullah5 months ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Poets
Home Team Bleachers
A sharp and biting wind assaults my face, the cold of metal bench beneath my thighs. Around the bases, fading lines, I chase
By Krysha Thayer5 months ago in Poets
Sinister
Introduction I was not sure how to approach this. It's International Left Handers Day, and I suppose the 13th is a perfect day for it, given how both have been treated (lefthandedness and the number 13)
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
The Madness of Kings
We ought to be more careful with power It should not be available for sale It should not be kept in a high tower With keys bestowed upon the first born male
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Poets
Sing of Love
We sing of love and seek it all our lives. We treasure those we love and hold on tight. For those in whom desire for loving thrives,
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Poets
Extinguishing Andúril
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets