Sonnet

Mythica
Introduction I thought I would write a poem of positive outcomes based on mythical figures. I have adapted the sonnet form but this is fourteen lines but they flow into each other over what would have been verse splits so it is effectively a single fourteen-line verse.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Mosh Pit
Welcome to the mosh pit Stay home If you’re afraid to get hit There are no enemies here Just friends and good times Our music doesn’t always rhyme
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Day My Brain Went on Strike
My brain decided, “No work today,” It packed its bags and ran away. It left a note that read, “Good luck! I’m done with thinking, I’m off to chuck.”
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Poets
Embracing the Storm
In the storm, I found my fight, A heart once trembling, now takes flight. Waves of worry crashed and tore, Yet I stand stronger than before.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Poets
Last Words
See you tomorrow The last words I heard you say Above, still you see
By Alaine Hayabout a year ago in Poets
Broken Melodies
Echoes of Longing In the quiet of the night, I hear, The echoes of your voice so near, A whisper on the wind’s soft breath, A haunting song of love’s regret.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
Wounded Hearts
Silent Yearnings In shadows where my heart does dwell, A love unspoken, none can tell, Your gaze, a light I cannot claim, A silent yearning, endless flame.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
The Beauty in Letting Go
I chased the stars, I chased the sun, Perfection’s race had just begun. But every step felt like a fall, A heavy weight, no peace at all.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Forgotten Dreams
In the quiet of the night, I hear, Echoes of a time once near, When laughter danced on winds so free, And every moment felt like eternity.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Poets
Death of a World
Developing technology to chronicle our destruction We’ve been here so long Yet, we know so little The more we learn The more disappears
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A Dreamful End
The peace of my death should not be disturbed This is my last word My heart should not be shaken by the hustle and bustle of the world
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
My Malfunctioning "I"
It is frustrating when the “I” acts strange Not yet utterly worthless is this key But thanks to it, I must oft rearrange
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets