Sonnet

A Village's Heart
A quiet stream, a gentle sound, Where ancient trees their roots have bound. The blacksmith's hammer, a steady beat, Guiding the rhythm of busy feet.
By Tafsirul Talukdar luvdo12 months ago in Poets
The Form Book: A Plagiaristic Poem About Poems
Introduction This is just a list of fourteen poetic forms in a sonnet, so it has a set number of syllables and a vague rhyme form. The concept of Plagiaristic Poetry is detailed by the link at the end.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Poets
Just Another Day
Today was just another day Of sadness, of sorrow No different than tomorrow. The universe cast me in my role but the universe hasn't made me whole
By Chris Z12 months ago in Poets
Loneliness
To feel the icy grip of loneliness To feel it wrap around my throat To feel its disorienting unsteadiness It’s all I can do to stay afloat
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Poets
A poem about your first diary in which you wrote your first poem
Darkness was impaired in its transgression as hope seemed to find its way, A startling realisation, a sight to behold, one might deem to say.
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Poets
Warm Love
Introduction I was listening to Van Morrison's "It's Too Late To Stop Now" which is a perfect analogy for most things in life when the song "Warm Love" came on, and I thought what a perfect sentiment for someone you care for and who gives you so much.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Poets
Poetry
A Fairy Song Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours; In those freckles live their savours; I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
By Favour Nyimbili12 months ago in Poets
You Do It
I'm so busy, so tired, so confused; My comfort animal was poached by Tim My cunning nemesis, never refused You cannot allow me to lose to him
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Poets
The End
It was the beginning of the end In a breath he said Make it so And thus it was The archon looked upon all creation And in the sweep of hand
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
You Don’t Like Me
You don’t like me You only like the fiction in your mind You don’t know me You only show me the likable version of you
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
The Project
It’s an effervescent antidepressant When you can’t pay your rent Money whores stripping us of everything As we cling to our last life line to reality
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
A poem on a word from your native language, the one that becomes a door to a forgotten home, a childhood smell, a buried grief or a lost revolution
Beckoning my existence Uss rab par vishwas rakh, har manzil me tera saathi ho vo khuda, Kyuki Jado usdi meher hove toh tenu vo bhi miljaye jo tera nahi ho sakda!
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Poets