Introduction I find it ironic that Vocal says we can break free of standard formats when they seldom recognise such formats with Top Stories, so of course I'm going to do a sonnet. They don't say you can't use standard forms.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Dream, illusion, fake vision perhaps With spark, urge, and electric drive May memoirs and destiny strike When I dare to walk, my present of glass
By Matt B.about a year ago in Poets
What Is and What Should Be In the year of our Lord / AD, twenty, twenty-four The world is changing faster / Then it ever has before.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
the invisible creature living within me I know you're always there with me, unseen and unbeatable. I know you are my only friend, One who will never leave me.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
The hour of serene exhaustion comes With the truth that all of your mad striving Has yielded little profit, and vast sums
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
Introduction Today I met my Muse and she laughed at lots of things that we talked about, so I thought it deserved a poem. She makes me so happy when I know she is happy, and her laughter tells me she is.
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Imagining things I may be, but you Appear to be ignoring other eyes And gazing just at me, as if on cue; Your ancient gaze shreds my modern disguise
