#Shakespearean sonnet

[definegodliness]

See you, feel you

Rewarding boundless curiosity, The world bestows its marvels all around, And, so, the wonders eyes shall never see; Too sensory elusive to be found. When you are near, I need no sense of five, And surely no nerve end to touch and f e e l You — beautifully, ethereally, alive; Your presence beams — illusory, but real. Preceded by the sum of all your love, You venture forth and crawl beneath my skin, Deranging left and right; below, above, And lastly where I end, and you begin… I s e e — your love; have nothing more to gain, Except, perhaps, to kiss you in the rain.

--- 27-2-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[lickthecowhappy]

The Southern Pansy

A sonnet.

So grows the pansy; beauty bathed in light. His countenance pious humility. Sought by tempting ebony wings in flight to rest beside him in tranquility.

So grows the pansy; gazing at the skies from whence his object of desire fell. What suffering for golden yellow eyes, whose essence on those eyes hath cast a spell.

So grows the pansy; symbol now of thought; the ever faithful partner of free will. For life and love he sacrificed and fought. For life and love his heart and eyes cry still. That all creation sees the love he shows, along the garden path the pansy grows.

This one is for @adverbian who makes me want to be a better poet.

Read more of my work here. This poem is also available on AO3.

[colleybri]

A sonnet for Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor

Your fight this day is done with this harsh dawn

So rest, dear Pilgrims, be at peace at last.

Your weary flesh and all you’ve left to mourn

Will fade now; there’s no future, present past -

Nor is there pain. Prepare for dreamless flight

Between the stars; be crystal and bright dust.

Let others take your Torch of hope and light,

Brave Captain, ‘Little Sister’, in the glass find trust.

Pass into light with love. You’ve earned your rest,

Your parents’ pride and love and faith you knew,

Hand in hand, find strength to pass this final test.

Heart in heart, you’ll find your “Welcome home” here too.

You burned your futures for another future’s morn.

From hearts like yours the strongest stars are born.

[env0writes]

Umber Embers Vol. 3, 9.1.24 “Autumn First"

September arrived plain With little to no acclaim Limping along; lame Lost even the bearing of its name Sunday the sabbath Most hastily grabbeth A month full of lists too mammoth To let languish in drawn bath Please stay here Linger near Autumn’s first taste is fear For the dark huddles ‘round most severe How comely comes the night In cool and chided lack of light

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[reading-stains]

here's my entry to @nosebleedclub prompt "clamshell"

i had multiple ideas on where to go with this, but @aurae-rori helped me choose on going with a classic interpretation. i thought since i was going with the classic idea, i'd reference one of the most well-known paintings that shows a clamshell. so here's my go at it! to wrap it up in classics, i decided on a Shakespearean Sonnet form for this.

[hurtinghabits]

Kurapika/Melody #1 (Sonnet)

Prince Charming is a fair-haired swordsman who  Slays giant spiders in his chain-mail suit.  She covets from a distant tower, blue  And puffing on her roughly whittled flute.  She recognizes that her curse is grim,  That other captive princesses exist.  Their eyes are sparkling gems while hers are dim;  Their lips are painted, ready to be kissed.  The devil’s song has robbed her of her hopes,  Has mangled all her fantasies to bits.  She fashions from her blankets makeshift ropes  And clambers down with her own strength and wits. 

          Awaiting her below: a ruby gaze,            The man she’s loved — who’ll love her — for all days. 

(Check out my HxH poetry collection on AO3! This one is for the Greedy Poetry event on @greedislandchallenge.)

[creatediana]

"My Dog Doesn't Know It's My Birthday (You're the Cream in My Coffee)" - a Shakespearean sonnet written 4/25/2024

[ask-numberjacks]

Question for the puzzler and the numbertaker

When did you guys started to have feeling for each other?

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[astaldis]

@juneofdoom

Red Rain

Pompts: 13 "Sacrifice", 14 "Human shield", 26 "Rage"

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Mature Words: 130

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Major character death

Relationship: Francesca Findabair, Filavandrel

Summary: Francesca's world shatters when Filavandrel sacrifices himself for her. (A Thanedd Coup Sonnet in iambic pentameter, companion piece to "This Flower Has To Die")

[botan-kiri]

The Sun

He shines like the sun for he brings freedom Joyful as he may be he has lost too Once friends he will protect your kind kingdom Loves dreams will encourage you too pursue

A glutton but will share with the whole world To liberate with the beat of the drums Silly as can be, laughing is a whirl Being gum, pirate king when the time comes

Three brothers drink sake, one lost other gone The top hat shot down by a cruel monster The ace of cards sacrificed like a pawn On island guarded by a sea-monster

To be forever young, flying in the clouds Draws people in with the light he enshrouds

[malevolentdaydream]

— Red means I Love You, Ielahiah

[definegodliness]

30-5-2024

Song of Life

Procumbent in the dark and stretching long The tend'rest vines pursue a glimpse of sun, Allured by little more than a murmured song To chords that played when life's first thread was spun.

This hum- and thrumming song would bind, so seems, The dust of long lost stars to destined shapes, And flowers, lulled to origami dreams, So drift and reach beyond the shadows' drapes.

May we so dream when we close both our eyes, Adrift in snug chrysalises of sheets; Allured and bound, our dust, sent from the skies, Awaiting, trusting that life's song repeats.

Then, may our dreams last through the longest night: There will be warmth, and all the colours' bright.

--- 30-5-2024, M.A. Tempels © "... a Shakespearean sonnet."

[graaaaceeliz]

Another foxiyo sonnet! This is for the prompt Redemption, which is @foxiyoweek day 3. Enjoy.

A pen in my hand becomes a knife,

So I shall not write you loving poems.

A brush in my hand can’t imitate life,

So I will not paint to catch your beauty.

A song in my mouth becomes only hurts,

So I dare not sing to you of true love.

A blessing in my speech becomes a curse,

So I must not name you sent from above.

But who can argue that our love is pure?

Who dares lecture us that we do not know

How we look at each other and are sure

Our two hearts make the sweetest music grow?

There are no sweet nothings inside my heart,

Regardless – nothing lacking on my part!

[completewannabe]

day 1 of posting my bad poetry and expecting someone to see it

To a Friend

My mind is broken

i have been lost

So go, take your token

And run that far off

Don't think that i'll care

When you just run away

Don't think that i'd dare

Have something to say

i may be crazy,

But i am not stupid.

i know that you love me

Even if i lose it

So i'll trust you now like i trusted you then.

When it's then or it's now, you're still my best friend.

[env0writes]

Impure Pilgrimage, 5.4.24 “Cracks in the Snowglobe Clock"

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And the years, oh, they go faster Every minute, every day How I watch myself grow older In each and every way

With every blade of grass That grows longer than my hairs Waiting on sentences to be read Stacked higher than closed books pairs

Downhill sprint tumble Snowballed, in effect As ice crystalled memory Recalls as a mirror might recollect

Dizzier as my dossier grows full Time after time, I’ve still grown a fool

[common-grackle]

shall i compare thee to a tumblr bit?

thou art more silly and more brilliant:

no notes doth shake the post, but you commit

and live and die within the love of it.

sometime too sad remembrance is,

and often is this lovely joke forgot;

and all that's silly from that post of his

must one day return home to the rot.

but thy eternal humor shall not fade;

nor shall the memories of what we did

and death cannot bring you into its shade;

so long as in the post we know you live.

so long as men can scroll or eyes can see,

so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.