Introduction A silly short sonnet about how we harvest reads on Vocal. Our readers need eyes to read, so this song IS appropriate for the poem.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Oh mighty wolf, to man you’ve lost your pups Kidnapped during one of their senseless hunts And all you can do is keep your head up
By Stephanie Hoogstad6 months ago in Poets
Don’t ask me why the stars shine high above And don’t ask me why little kittens purr Don’t ask me why there’s such a thing as love
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
I wrote a Sonnet, then asked AI to write it as Shakespeare would. My humble sonnet, written before Shakespeare made it seem...well, more modern...yet both are prettily poetic.
By Novel Allen6 months ago in Poets
I long for sunny days and fair weather too seldom have I welcomed storms and rain my heart, becomes as parched as dry leather
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶6 months ago in Poets
The sound of your laughter is a heat source on my body, A golden flame that dances over the years, Yet shadows crowd where first the light doth rise,—
By Neli Ivanova6 months ago in Poets
Your once bejewled insistence on the bright Burned red with passion's might of lovers' light Till orange, fading in, suppressed the hue
By Gerard DiLeo6 months ago in Poets
The journey’s done, the clock has had its say, A grueling task yet brightened with play; Friendships were forged, and memories will stay,
By Steve Lance6 months ago in Poets
Within the mind, a window dimly glows, Its glass foggy with laughter, yet cracked with grief; Each spark recalls the warmth that once was,
By Isabella lantry6 months ago in Poets
Into the woods we went to build a fire The starless sky revealed no ounce of light A spark of flint was set upon our pyre
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Poets
It starts with a spark That might not last, A glow in the dark That flickers fast. Let that hollow bark Of decisions past,
By Sean Cavanagh-Voss6 months ago in Poets
As I sit still, uncertain where to go The weight of the work before me feels so vast. My heart knows what it seeks, yet progress is slow
By Pamela Dirr6 months ago in Poets
