Sonnet

flowers of fate. Honorable Mention in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
When days were young and full of life, to the forest would I go and often sit on logs of moss, eyes watchful and in wait
By Joe O’Connor4 months ago in Poets
when life was simple
Curiosity kills the cat, but feeds the child. Collecting rocks from the forest Sorting them into categories Before ever knowing the definition of metamorphic.
By Ashley Lima4 months ago in Poets
The Turn. Runner-Up in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
Hope comes easy in basking sunlit hours, When under short-shadowed trees, shade meets light, And dazzled lovers forget to fear night,
By Hannah Moore4 months ago in Poets
The Shape of a Shadow
Even the smallest light glimmers in the dark Love is smothered by indifference, not hate Only by nothingness do the fires of love abate
By Natasja Rose4 months ago in Poets
Sonnet: The Lantern and the Shadow
Sonnet: The Lantern and the Shadow I held your name like flame within my chest, A flicker dancing through the hush of years, Its warmth a balm, its glow a soft unrest— A light that drew both laughter and my tears.
By Ceaser Greer Jr4 months ago in Poets
Wolf In Shepherd’s Clothing . Runner-Up in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
Glass saints offer fragile benediction Diffusing the son’s light in varied hues Base desires hide behind soft diction Candle bearing children feed a dark muse
By Sean A.4 months ago in Poets
The Ascent of Orpheus
I count the steps I take for you, but why? Most dear to me, the ones that bring you back. Perhaps with you I know what joy feels like;
By J. Nicholas Merchen4 months ago in Poets
Self Love Renowned
My past is marred by love not true, by pain and loss not understood. So many times I tried anew - it seemed like tests were all I could
By Krysha Thayer4 months ago in Poets
Once Upon a Stormy Night
Petals droop under the weight, Leaves ripped from their tether, Sprinting towards the nearest gate, Ducking for cover from the weather,
By Samantha Smith4 months ago in Poets
Sonnet For A Day I Miss You.
My love is a love that sees me. Our lips, they are, duality. Speaking the sounds of our heartbeats wanting. They dance, quiver and fold; sometimes even touching.
By Mama Magdalene4 months ago in Poets
reborn, and not the same
in memory of the soul she was before, that foolish, hopeful girl who met a boy, became a broken corpse washed up ashore,
By Mallory Rose4 months ago in Poets
Ashes and Embers
The voice that shaped my childhood spoke in fire, Each word a brand that seared where trust should grow. I learned to hide beneath the thinnest wire,
By Oula M.J. Michaels4 months ago in Poets