#sonnet poems on Hello Poetry

Brandon Apr 2020

Since April 16th, I've been dressed in fatigue
I'm emotionally damaged with my blood on the leaves
Death purged my soul from my body; Ancient One's Creed
Natural selection took her, made me realize I failed her
How do you have the apple of Eden and still miss her?
They say don't hold your life for a pet; I'm still held up
Watching my heart swim laps in pools of bourbon cups
I should have been there to see the innocence check out her eyes
To hold her paw and camouflage my cardiac scars in disguise
I find pleasure in resting my eyes until the new day interweaves
And I have to walk this path looking into the sky with disbelief
Reality wipes you out like Japan's tsunami rolling up to receive
I had to find a way to deter the sob filled days and time freeze
And when I have it on the ropes I see pictures and the recycle begins

Recently, I have been pondering about mortality and where I stand with it. A death in the family only amplified those thoughts. Cherish every moment that you have with your loved ones.

#sonnet #grief #poemoftheday

Tryst Apr 2020

Dull Gray Sky

Depression is a flat and empty road,
Gray bitumen against a dull gray sky,
No pit stops to unload a heavy load,
No off-ramps and no stop signs by and by,
A shadow etched upon its lifeless face
From clouds that blot affection from the sun,
Loping alone through endless open space,
Unpurposed hitherto when it begun —

It stretches like a finger pointing forth
To where the earth and heaven press their lips,
A mocking jest to whom may seek its end,
And on its back we mortals weave and wend,
A conga-line of self-absorbent trips
We weigh as gold, yet tally not their worth.

#sonnet #depression

Chad Tannous Apr 2020

Lana Banana

Ms. Del Rey says “the world is made for two”,
but her idea of two is some fresh hell;
it’s seems that Lana thinks a girl’s abuse,
is cinematic fodder one can sell.
The other woman sings about her man.
“sO pOPuLIiSt” with flowers on her head.
While some may come from poor & tell the tale,
Del Rey wears being poor like it’s a dress.
But voices that she channels in her songs,
Bespeak a femme fatale alone, and they,
Are both no one, and everyone in one.
The guardians of endless summer days.

Sonnet (without the last two lines) about Lana Del Rey.

#newformalism #lanadelrey #problematic #sonnet #popculture #analysis

Tryst Apr 2020

A Darkness Crept

A darkness crept into my waking crypt,
Its tendrils coiled to grip my tortured throat,
Till retching, retching, gurgled on a rote,
Prostrate, held in its clutches, tightly gripped —
No eye perceived this devil as it slipped
From day to blackened day inside to gloat;
An instrument was I to sound its note,
A plaything used, discarded, broken, stripped —
The world became a window; The outdoors
Turned alien; The beast remained inside,
Content to keep the prison of my mind —
From time to time I dared unto the stores,
But ever on returning I would find
The nightmare waiting where we both reside.

#sonnet #anxiety

AE Apr 2020

Her

Fingertip aura; her light shines through me
And although these words have again been said
Repetition a smile, feeling free
I dream about her awake in my bed

Away; every bright twinkle in her eye
Hollows out my skeleton to shy dust
Ember a tidal wave; red and blue sky
Colors swirl and fall to corroded rust

And my hands to her’s, senses allude us
Would it matter if blindness came to stay?
We see without seeing; feel that all was
Time sheds its false fake mask: Night becomes day

So into this, we turn inside and two
One being a mix; to become all you.

#love #sonnet #time

Tryst Apr 2020

We Are Akin

We are as sand and each is but a grain,
And as the gulls that circle, wings unfurled,
That seem as one to stars above the world,
We are akin to each, yet not the same —
And if one grain is plucked unto the sea,
Do stars proclaim diminished is the beach?
Do gulls bemoan the lesser is their breach
For banquet set ‘tween ocean and the lea?
No, no! Tis brother misses sister lost;
Tis mother mourns a son, or daughter taken.
Young gulls soar still; Old stars gleam on unshaken.
Tis deep amongst the dunes wherein the host
Does quake as news of twilight whistles by,
Heedless to one less twinkle in the sky.

#sonnet

Tryst Apr 2020

I Cannot Speak

I cannot speak for thee, but here I lay
Ensconced inside my home, not struck with fear,
But purposed to entrench within this sphere
Until this growing gloom has passed away —
I dine on steak, with wine; I quaff my scotch,
And pick at nibbles from a fancy plate;
I click to find a comedy to watch,
Averting eyes from news I’ve come to hate —
Was it thus so when plague swept through the land?
When Spanish flu ran rampant and unchained?
Did children sneak to parties parents banned?
Were beaches full of tourists unrestrained?
I think, compared to them, we have it best,
And time shall ease our sorrows with her zest.

#sonnet

AE Apr 2020

Eternal Flower

The brass coated tones of strings in the air
Elevate the music of nature, joy
And endless fertility in fields fair
Thus, the sleeping youthful bud trembles coy
The cadence of the whispering wind flies
And glides among the lilacs of deep blue
With each summer stroke, a petaled sea sighs
Reflected by green; devoid of mildew
For each careful petal holds for dear life
Against the zephyr in a meadow calm
Yet, the peace returns; the meadow is rife
With the beauty of nature’s work in psalm
So this, the eternal flowering land
Surrounds the tranquil world a vision grand.

#sonnet #nature #flowers #world

Abish Apr 2020

Yellow (pokemon adventures manga)

Her hair is like gold, pulled back yet hidden.
Although naive and childlike, she’s committed
When her friends are threatened by the villain.
With her psychic powers, she heals the wounded
With the same powers, she reads their feelings
Traveling with her six friends, she goes to
find red. Riding Dody, her search taking
her through all the city’s, routes and towns too.
The elite four she must fight, Lance,
Agatha, Bruno, and Loralie complicate
Her plans. After meeting Blain nows her chance.
To Cerise Island, where battles await.
The final fight between Lance and Yellow,
Ends with Yellows victorious echo.

this poem is based on my favorite Manga character. Her name is Amarillo Del Bosque Verde but goes by Yellow Caballero.

#sonnet #pokemon #yellow

ms reluctance Apr 2020

Tactics of Talking

Soon, almost, tomorrow, maybe, later
are polite ways of saying no, never
Easy words I often use to cater
to persistent questions I don’t savour

I answer one query with a question
of my own. Before you know it, I change
the discourse with a subtle suggestion,
still manage to have a pleasant exchange.

I must confess though that secretly, I
always harbour a faint hope that someone
will see through my feint and try to be sly
so we can tease and toy and have some fun.

Please pardon my disingenuous ploy;
my ennui struck heart enjoys being coy.

NaPoWriMo Day 14
Poetry form: English Sonnet

#conversation #playful #sonnet #tease #coy #rhyme #syllable