Silver on glass, it interests me not
That you can make judgments on images
I care nothing about recognition
Neither do rank nor hierarchy move me
Do you think you reflect deeper than I?
When she looks at you, what do you show her?
Does she see, in you, her own true feelings
Or just the face that you want her to see?
Me? I see something that's quite different
I see beyond her skin and through her smile
I see her yearning heart and cries within
I see ties that bind and those that fetter
Her real beauty I see (clearest of all)
I see she in whom I truly believe ~
Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008
Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.
Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.
St. Stephen’s College.
Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013
Plagued by agents of disinformation,
smearing objectivity with a spoof,
as if a lot of followers equals confirmation,
a lie told often enough becomes truth.
Rumours of the Swine and depopulation,
aliens, free energy and speculation,
aur silence and tolerance bring ramification,
we need to stop for a day of contemplation,
it does not take long to realise who control’s each and every nation.
Beneath the facade of illusion,
the puppet master reaps with his confusion.
WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...
Copyright © Lance Lawlor | Year Posted 2009
Ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk
a shear blade stricking sheet metal, ka-chunk.
Cah-tink, cah-tink, cah-tink, cah-tink, cah-tink
a press pierces, notches and holes, cah-tink
Cha-boom, cha-boom, cha-boom, cha-boom, cha-boom.
Breaks form ninties on a blank sheet, cha-boom.
Zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit,
The welder fills open corners, zzzizz-zit
Ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh,
A band saw cuts through copper tube, ssz-oowh.
Whirrr-fha, whirrr-fha, whirrr-fha, whirrr-fha, whrrrm-fha
Radial saws glide through steel rods, whirrr-fha.
Ka-chunk, cah-tink,cha-boom,zzzizz-zit, ssz-oowh,
Sounds of industry in a plant I know.
Copyright © Bill Doggett | Year Posted 2009
Copyright © Thomas Stanton | Year Posted 2009
They call my home the mountain state
Though, also has many large hills.
Crazy curves that swerve sway, around.
Slipping sides of the roads do show.
These may be negatives to some.
However, deliver such sights
The glorious colors that flaunt,
During all the seasons that live.
Mountains stand tall over the hills.
Foliage of every hue,
Wooded centers flow all over.
Nature abounds gloriously.
West Virginia hills majestic.
Almost Heaven, they say, so free.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010
Sonnet Erratic- for contest
When i saw a peacock i asked for a plume
When the plume it gave i laid it on the floor
When the floor was watered the green grass grew
When grass i fed to cattle milk they gave
When i drank milk i grew tall and strong
Now that i am tall ladder is of no use
Ladder I sold in seconds sale in my town
Got a few bucks, i bribed the moon
As the moon came early, night spread soon
As night came, my time to sleep came soon
I am under the blanket, trying best to sleep
I now realised its impossible to buy sleep!
Till my actual sleep time came, I had to wait..
Oh my poetry friends read aloud and laugh
Let colleagues peep to see what happened..
If u are at home thanks for reading my sonnet!!!!
Fourteen lines u count it have i not kept the rule??
Sorry if u really counted there are few lines more !
Iambic pentameter has taken break to watch a newly released movie and have pop- corn !
At home or office, have coffee with chocolate cream
After reading this poem you will need for sure!
Best thing i suggest is stop reading at this point
And get back to your work!!!!
To err is human, to forgive is divine
I tried to make u laugh... If i failed to do it.....
I repeat again...to err is human to forgive is divine
for contest :dont fight it...just write it!
Sponsored by:John lawless
by: Anulaxmi Nayak
on: 14th August 2015
Copyright © Anulaxmi Nayak | Year Posted 2015
I’ve never wrote a sonnet in my life
fourteen lines of iambic confusion
I’m not as poetically gifted
as Shakespeare or Petrarch
because pentameters and quatrains
are perfectly not my style
and too flat out antiquated for my liking
It’s rhyme schemes
always oppress me
line after line
stanza after stanza
as if I’m never allowed
to journey beyond
the black lines
while shading a picture
inside of a child’s coloring book
with a box of Crayola crayons
Written by: Mia Pratt, 2016
Based on the title: "I Never Wrote a Sonnet” from "The Beings We Became" Poetry Challenge
Copyright © Mia A.S. Pratt | Year Posted 2016
Had free verse been particular back then-
when storylines equipped by vivid spells,
ajudged to having made attempt prevails;
my hafting to - was just a case of when.
Acknowledge it a threat to self attain
an attitude towards the free flow stem,
the lunacy was, 'there we go again',
against my better judgement, most of them!
I made the first attempt of speaking out,
outrageously in quirks of biff or buff,
what polished work of art shall be without,
a form or two, but moreso, bits of rough!
I hasten word to say I told you so,
but form for me is, sure, it has to go!
Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2008
Beauteous mother earth
You have followed the tradition
Mother that hath given birth
Raising us well was your ambition
Holding my hand through the hardest of transitions
Sleepless nights we made unnerving
some of our escapades taht seem shady
For all the love and care, we are undesrving
As a suit of armour it is your fashion
In wild unknown country, y ouve reaped and sown
Working to the bone
Nurturing this disastrous weed into a flower
Memories of the past
Cut knees, celiac disease, screaming please
Although I do grow fast
No matter my age
In my continuous book of my life
Words of wisdom you shared are imprinted on the pages
How to be strong in a world full of strife
Copyright © laura Hew | Year Posted 2006
Haiku With Variations (Both Sonnet & Free Verse)
Haiku Number 2
hail rides air updrafts
raindrops crater planet's skin
your breath’s clouds, fall skies
May 12, 2016
Mother of a Winter’s Night – Shakespearian Sonnet
Her distressed sighs rise up like nascent hail,
(Tears blown to ever colder zones of sky),
Where frozen prayers see gravity prevail,
Release their pain on what they think is lie.
These raindrop tears sew cratered fields as well,
While farmer's labor washes out to to sea,
(Those tender roots that split rock - time's to tell),
But impact strips her lover’s legacy.
And with the fall as cold means leaves turn blue
New growth goes dormant and awaits Spring’s lease,
Confusion reigns as her breath’s clouds subdue
And haiku’s calmer images release.
If I am wrong let no one take offense
She’s not to blame, but my own lack of sense.
May 14, 2016
Please excuse the paraphrase of Shakespeare Sonnet #116's couplet. :-)
Mother of a Winter’s Night – Free Verse
Your distressed sighs are the updrafts
That hurl nascent hailstones skyward,
Freezing tears colliding, clumping as they go
Into tortured spheres that could kill a horse,
Certainly knock shingles from the newest of roofs,
Or pound a field of sunflowers straight into the ground!
My vulnerable fields cratered by your tears,
Whether in their frozen form or flowing wet,
Top soil now enroute to the sea itself,
As if the history of its creation were of no consequence,
Tender roots that pried a farm from solid rock,
Swelling into cracks that are always present,
Turning stone to fertile soil.
The sea’s surface, that not so long ago
Mirrored a most gorgeous sunset,
Now a tortured and a rabid foam,
Laid to waste, craters overlapping craters,
Gone in an eye blink, all my love a non-event
In geologic time it seems.
Winter has come early as your breath’s clouds
Mask all reason and confuse me,
A bitter chill fills every corner of fall’s skies,
Even leaves turn blue and cannot breathe,
Oxygen sucked from the room we live in,
My only recourse is poetry and prayer.
May 13, 2016
It was an interesting challenge to try to write the same poem three times and keep the meaning of the original haiku intact.
Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2016