Sonnet

Two Halves of a Whole
In the tapestry of fate, our threads entwine Two souls, once strangers, now forever aligned, Like missing pieces, we fit, a perfect, seamless join
By Pooja Vishwakarmaabout a year ago in Poets
Nature The Winter Painter
Introduction I was out walking in 'Nam this morning and saw this amazing frosting on a car bonnet The music is the beautiful one-minute piece "Ice" that Peter Lawlor did for Orange.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
A Chember of Wonder
Within my chest, a world is found A universe of emotions, spinning round, A chamber of wonder, where love resides A sanctuary of feelings, where heartbeats abide.
By Pooja Vishwakarmaabout a year ago in Poets
Different
I’m sorry I’m not who I was then If you’ve known me long enough You’ll know you’ve never met the same person twice Is it a virtue or a vice
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The lights of Christmas
See them twinkle in the twilight feel their warmth at the dawn just a blink and it's over one more moment and it's gone
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
Hear My Soul Roar
The first light broke, and there you stood, aglow, A beacon soft against the waking tide. The earth spun slow, as if it too must know
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Jacked Up
Infuse frost with a chilled, clear intellect Immunize it against all writer’s block Grant it the liberty now to select
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Blood Crow
Look upon us See our scars From battles past Yet, we are the ones that last No false platitudes Told we have bad attitudes
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Evergreen Promises
In the early morning sun, When summer’s beauty is undone, Frosted dew clings to blades of grass Turning each footfall into a crunch on glass.
By Callum Summersabout a year ago in Poets
You Are My Perfection
Introduction These are a few words of thanks for my wonderful Muse who is the spark and flame behind all of my writing. The beautiful "Thank You For Hearing Me" by Sinéad O'Connor is a perfect accompaniment to these words.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Winter Whiners
I can make my large form invisible Through stealth, cunning and a touch of magic Which lets me hear your complaints, risible
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
First Frost
An early morning in late November, Sees the sun cast sparkles across the ground. Hinting at the world's upcoming slumber,
By Kelsey Clareyabout a year ago in Poets