Epic Sonnet Poems | Epic Poems About Sonnet
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Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art much more shrivelled and much more cold
Rough winds shake the withered leaves of today.
And your stomach hath too many a fold.
Sometimes too hot your sister shines,
And often is your grey complexion dimmed;
And you always smell like my uncle’s swine
Except your upper lip is less well trimmed.
Thy eternal summer did long since fade
And lost possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And Satan brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives death to eyes.
Copyright © Jeremy Lin | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
Mine ear hath heard the enchanting music,
Thy splendor sounds form a steady accord;
Tunes blend compliantly—therapeutic!
And this tune—it stabs me with a sharp sword
For through the singer, you must find talent
To find your fantasy before it dries
Squeal with joy—just like a new born infant!
That hath his gift of uplifting thine eyes
Now hear what sounds turns crowds anguish to cheer
Mine ears have heard thy voice—is it songbirds?
Are you awakened by the sounds of fear?
The desires I hath reaped enticed herds!
Yet ears grasp its want to release vast grace,
Draws attention to what they hear—embrace!
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2012
Who would have thought, when Epimetheus
Had seen the utmost beauty sent by gods,
He would not listen to Prometheus,
And keep his hands away? What were the odds?
Because of him, we now have amongst us
All evil things, from pain to very death,
From anger up to illness, and, alas,
From greed up to the envy's stinking breath...
But also, due to him and his embrace
Of warm desire for the beauty found,
When sweet Pandora opened up her case
And all the blights kept spreading all around,
We have one tiny, fragile, magic rope,
That keeps us going on forever: HOPE.
Copyright © Liliana Negoi | Year Posted 2010
If Purpose Be Grave
In Sorrowful but Grateful Reflection
My Lord, I’m tempted to Ask
Did You really have to Die
Did You have to bare the Cross
Did You have to take the Strokes
All that for Me, Must You?
To my thoughts You answered
That Life is about Fulfilling Purpose
But when Purpose be Grave and Fierce
Lord, do You have to Pursue?
Through this I’ve learnt and Now I’m Saved
In all, My Lord am grateful, You’re Risen
Like You, My Life I’ll Live for My Neighbour
And if Purpose be Grave, Lord I’ll still Pursue
@APRIL 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
Copyright © Aina Oluwafisayomi | Year Posted 2017