Silent One Poet Sonnet

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Purveyors of Words

Poets ponder and will never forget,
expressing emotions in joy and pain.
Scribbling words from sunrise to sunset,
ink flows like a breeze in sunshine or rain.

Their powerful pens lay strong foundations,
as paper highlights their raw reflections.
Poetry helps to release frustrations, 
as imprisoned thoughts sing with inflections. 

Composing legacies, where words bring peace.
Penning sonnets, haikus, free verse and prose.
Purveyors of words, where silence must cease,
so their tongues are free to bloom like a rose.

When hands tire with time and ink yearns to rest,
poets are content, they've fulfilled their quest.

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Angela Crabtree November 16, 2020 at 2:41 PM This is an amazing poem, Silent One. I usually find one or two lines that really stand out to me. I can't with this one because the whole thing fits perfectly :)

Elaine George May 27, 2020 at 12:33 PM I love great sonnets! Thank you for sharing and thank you for your kind comments. Sincerely ~ Elaine

Darlene De Beaulieu May 13, 2020 at 2:02 PM Hello Silent One, Yes we poets and poetess are content when our poetry is finished by the tired pen.Enjoy your daymy friend.

Panagiota Romios May 6, 2020 at 10:32 AM A FAV! Well done, Silent One Panagiota xx

Kai Michael Neumann May 6, 2020 at 3:01 AM Purveyors of words ...I like that, Kai

Jennifer Proxenos May 2, 2020 at 11:58 AM A terrific Simple Sunday Musing Sonnet. I think we make each other brave on poetry soup and definitely inspire one another. Blessings my friend, Jennifer.

John Watt April 30, 2020 at 1:35 PM Excellent sonnet in every way, SO. Inclusive of the many styles and emotions poets pursue and communicate. Going in my faves, well done poet.

Heidi Sands April 27, 2020 at 3:40 PM So true. This is a beautiful poem. I hope you are well Silent One :)

Timothy Hicks April 27, 2020 at 3:21 AM "Their powerful pens lay strong foundations, as paper highlights their raw reflections." quite poignant there, Silent! When the writing "bug" catches, scribbling words from sunrise to sunset, really isn't that much of an exaggeration. I hope too find inspiration anew, in spite (or because?) of these trying times. Very accurate sonnet concerning why we write.

Sandra Adams April 26, 2020 at 9:06 PM wow... awesome sonnet my friend... my muse and mind are weighted down and hoping she breaks free...I fought to write a couple poems over the course of the last month, even reading didn't come easy...but this weekend seemed to be easier... glad I found this one, love it! hugs

April 25, 2020 at 5:39 PM 'Imprisoned thoughts sing with inflections' Very good. 'Tongues are free to bloom like a rose' Very bad.

Joseph P. DiMino April 23, 2020 at 4:56 PM Very nicely said, my friend! Indeed, poets are brave seekers as well as profound enchanters...I think God was having an extra mystical day when he created us:)

Cecilia Macfarlane April 22, 2020 at 8:40 PM Excellent write S.O. You captured the feelings of poets eloquently. Hugs

Lonna Blodgett April 22, 2020 at 8:06 PM I think the Poet's Pen has never been described with a better scribble! love it

Winged Warrior April 22, 2020 at 3:20 PM You set the poetic priority straight my Silent friend...march on brother and stay safe...^WW^ :o)

Anne-Lise Andresen April 22, 2020 at 3:06 PM - lovely written ... and true my friend S.O. :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Ralph Sergi April 22, 2020 at 1:32 PM Poetry brings out your inner feelings of pent up emotions. You have epitomized those emotions!

Jennifer Proxenos April 21, 2020 at 7:44 AM I'm certain you are far from fulling you quest and that your hands and ink want to rest - you are so well respected and your poems so much sought after - in any case won't you miss us all? I have written a Pantoum, if you would care to read it. Blessings, Jennifer.

Kim Rodrigues April 21, 2020 at 7:31 AM Oh yes! And how much it pains me to write less! I have to read for my job during this isolation time, not what I want to read. Be blessed, dear one!

Andrea Dietrich April 20, 2020 at 4:20 PM hey, you created a sonnet and a traditional rhyme pattern too. Super cool, S.O. Well done!

Eve Roper April 20, 2020 at 11:47 AM The power of the pen is mightier then the sword, it's been told. It can be used express yourself, paint a painting, send a kiss a love across the world, or even say good morning I miss you. Wonderful express my friend. Hugs

Paul Callus April 20, 2020 at 7:14 AM Your poetic legacy is already guaranteed, S-1....but no resting on your laurels, you still have much to give :) ~ Regards // paul

Brandy Nicole April 19, 2020 at 7:33 PM Such a wonderful feeling, being able to let all emotions free. In a Poetic way. Words will always be, and so will moments of the heart. When hands gently rest, our poetic thoughts live on. So beautifully written and expressed. Silent One. ~ Brandy

Darlene De Beaulieu April 19, 2020 at 6:19 PM Hello Silent One, I still have a lot to learn.I believe in the legacy we poetess , and poets leave behind. Be safe. Enjoy your evening my friend.

Mystic Rose Rose April 19, 2020 at 5:23 PM I believe all of your poems are a legacy in time, they shine, Have a wonderful evening, keep well, cuz I think you're swell xo

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