Sonnet

8/21/24
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Ass-Soul Ass-Sole
Photo by 2 Bull Photography on Unsplash Assholes abound even on Medium Some even assert to have reached thousands Souls and more souls, necklace of tedium
By Patrick M. Ohanaabout a year ago in Poets
The Fog of War
The Fog of War We stand on ceremonies to sleep through the night Sable skies alight With fireworks in flight.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
To The Shores Of Magic
Introduction This is a love poem for my Muse sharing thoughts of the sea and magic. To The Shores Of Magic 🏝️🌊🧜‍♀️⛵♎💜♉⛵🧜‍♀️🌊🏝️ We Know We're Too Beautiful For These Times Let Us Go Together, Aboard A Ship We Deserve Somwhere Perfectly Sublime Come, Let Us Sail To The Shores Of Magic ⛵💜⛵ What Will We Find On Those Mystic Beaches To Meet There With Venus And Poseidon The Places Where The Great Ocean Reaches And Mermaids Play In The Beautiful Sun 🧜‍♀️💜🧜‍♀️ Here We Will Find Our Very Own Island To Lay On The Beach Watching Dolphins Play Are They Selkies About To Shed Their Skin? On These Shores Of Magic And Mystery 🌊💜🌊 We've Found This Heavenly Place Together And Here We'll Happily Stay Forever 🏝️🌊🧜‍♀️⛵♎💜♉⛵🧜‍♀️🌊🏝️
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Cloudland
Introduction This is from a prompt from a close friend to write a poem about clouds, and I thought of all the shapes I see made by clouds and images like this where a crane seems to be holding up a cloud like an ice cream cornet:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Celebrating the doom of independence
Celebrating the doom of independence Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee, Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
A View From A Bench
Introduction This is from a prompt from my Muse with this photograph she shared with me. In this you get two benches four thousand miles apart showing how the world has shrunk but the distances remain the same.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Why We Wonder
Why We Wonder Sell your soul to costly, gleaming screens! To smartphones, tablets, laptops, and their might. We’re caught in their web, day and endless night,
By Bea Van Der Hoekabout a year ago in Poets
Social Media
Social Media: A Sonnet As a professor once did impart, Those who shun social media's art, Risk social isolation's sting.
By Bea Van Der Hoekabout a year ago in Poets
Scars to your beauty
What magnitude of pain can hurt? What is the measuring capacity of the human heart to bear, to accumulate in its precipice before it finally seeks redemption, before it concludes to itself no more? How ironic and disbarring it is to moan about the loss of someone after their demise after they bury themselves on the deathbed or even more unbearing when they bury themselves in their essence. If they bury themselves in their breaths, they break their souls, they pierce their hearts and shed every ounce of their aching identity that constitutes their trace.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets