Heraclitan Bird-Songs
#1 of lyric poetry these are sonnets in english. the poems concerns themes of suffering, death, and resurrection. edited on the 29th of august, 2021.
Poem #39: Memories
#40 of poetry a sonnet about the importance of memories. i've always wanted to write a sonnet. this one is shakespearean style.
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He had only known one of the sonnets before, and he looked for it first.
Sonnet To A Werewolf
A gratitude of thanks must go to fox_galt for helping me get this sonnet into a presentable form! what beauty lives amongst the foliage? thy mighty creatures of our silver moon.
The Wanderer
I also wanted to try my hand at a very structured form, so i figured a sonnet would be a pretty good exercise. if you have anything to say about the work, please don't be shy!
Introduction to The Lone and Level Sands Stretch Far Away
And the next thing i knew i'd written said summary as a sonnet and full-on parody of ozymandias.
Sonnet
"Do you promise not to laugh?" Sydney asked, half in jest and half in legit worry. TJ simply kissed him in the cheek, then looked at him with his beautiful blue eyes. A wordless sign for him to go on. Sydney looked around. No sign of his...
Dragon Lover
My Love for Dragons is for eternal I wish I would have it as a house pet Wanting to have one as a nocturnal Riding a dragon to see the skies met Dreams about it, I see myself as him Release my primal instinct as I please Wit vicious...
Liminality
A year starts not on January first. The days may hunder but the seasons speak of time's long march, of fast time, slow time. Thirst for "start" and "end" neglects the limen sleek. So, why do some unsubtle sciences forget...
The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown
The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown. I know this after countless nights awake beside you, watching every quiet breath. You puff your whiskers out on every yawn. On longer work-filled days, your whiskers wilt, ...
Day's End
This is a sonnet i wrote, and its not about death i can assure you if you dont get it sorry!!!
Mortality (a sonnet)
A person lives as long as time itself Provided his effect is there to see But lacking progeny he must rely On others' often spotty memory Ideas are immortal, living on To give another generation pause But often they fade out in ages hence And...