Sonnet

~Love Find Your Way!~. Content Warning.
~ Love Find Your Way!~ Love, Find your way... So I can show you what I have to share, Let me kiss you Gentle, Let me kiss you kind,
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
We Never Say Goodbye
Just a few thoughts about how we are with with each other when our relationship is full of love. The music is "Someone Like You" by Van Morrison
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Savory Solitude
"If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company." --Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit, 1944 Plagues produce profound, prolonged solitude
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Save the sight
Save your sight Is it left or right I can't fight My left heart is fighting with the right I just don't know which is right
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
It Wasn't Surreal
“Surrealism: Pure psychic automatism, by means of which it is proposed to express, be it through writing, verbally or in any other way, the real functioning of thought; of the dictation of thought in the absence of all control exercised by reason and outside all moral or aesthetic concerns.” –André Breton, The Surrealist Manifesto, 1924
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
A Lingering Light
Legion are the grim reasons to despair Clearly, things are not as they ought to be About truth or wisdom, few seem to care
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Abecedarian Creek
A babbling brook careening down every
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Portefeuille Perdu
Am I more than a deck of plastic cards? What evidence that I exist is there? A mosaic of vague, digital shards How many losses can anyone bear?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
A Square Reminder
A calendar, twelve pages long; a square reminder of yesteryear. Neither script nor song; it's a sketch on a thin veneer.
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
Limit Two per Customer
Everyone thinks you’re some kind of hustler They think you want the entire smorgasbord But they don’t realize You’re not an easy customer
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Melodic Journey of Time
Tick tock, tick tock The hands of the clock Never slowing, never stopping Time keeps moving, never dropping - From the moment we are born
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
Release the Brake
You'd better contemplate your journey now. Talk as you would walk with a natural gait. Learn to wait, stand your ground, take a bow.
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets