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the sunshine dancing about the nebulas
lands squarely upon the earth
then peeks through the kitchen window
with a most inviting smirk
the guitar resting quietly
plagued by strings out of tune
prays there will be time
to play those Mississippi Delta blues
a sonnet screams for pronouns
there is no answer to this call
lying on a sheetless mattress
staring holes in the apartment wall
I am busy, yes I am busy
don’t they know I am busy
I am busy, oh so busy
busy dying
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Slotted abruptly into a concept
Bold intimation begs he correspond
Gypsy psyche brown moth becomes windswept
Attempt to bracket him or wander on
Waiting with pattern disrupted, fear tinged
On crops offering fluffy promises
Closing chapter rips lustre from bronze wings
Field generosity astonishes
Cotton airborne released from spindly twigs
Soul exfoliated floats borderless
White flight blank wanting absorbs all of his
Virgin shirks burden of choice, subordinate
Soft vessel travels to land's bitter edge
In salt soak Pacific, brief life extends
9th May 2021
Written for Contest: Summer Love Sonnet
Sponsor: John Hamilton
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Sonnet: Star-Crossed Lovers
Part 1
I am here gazing at the horizon
Wondering if you still do the same there
I know you exist in that part of zone
Where I can't be so I go out to stare.
I sit on rocks in this side of the sea
Looking at the emptiness of the night
Feeling the cold wind though I cannot see
Just a thought of you lingers my sole light.
Not once did I saw a shadow of you
Yes! I feel you there in the other side
I'll patiently wait for I know you're true
And like me you look in the sky so wide.
Each night that I'm alive I embrace tight
Moments to think of you thinking my flight.
Point of view of the girl who lives at night time.
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MASON MOUNT (MM10)
Mason in the middle,
Fast mo' as a fiddle,
like flashy speed of an eagle,
As sharp on the field like a needle,
making dem fans scream and giggle,
hater's tongue wag with no briddle,
the talk of a legend is just a riddle,
Yet, legendary path this boy saddle.
Mas makes many more mouth mingle,
beats opponents like they're for the taking,
Blue superstar in the making,
monstrous matches & memories Mas makes,
Mason mounting meltingly on my muse poetics.
Make some noise for "Mason The Mounatic".
Form: Sonnet & Rhymes
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December 22nd, 2020.
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Therefore as my heart beats for you and you only..(he's thinking)
(She knows assuming?) as she smirks while her fire-red hair ignites more than her surrounding
Yet the room is ready for a bong fire as her hair throws off more than this room can give off its space
Panic arises for there's no circulation in this tiny dungeon and I can't seem to breathe (he's acknowledged as she)
The fire is ready to set within flames and melt this Winter down
A candle burning near doesn't have a chance against tonights winter sonnet(shes considering)
Yet ready to consider for thee,
Thou my heart beating for her and her only will tame this flame(he knows)
My heart beats for her and her only(he still knows)
My heart beats for him and him only(she knows )
He grins thus Winter for MB"19"
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A man ready to propose to his girlfriend, on Christmas Eve taking a walk through the icy park acknowledge and analyzes the snow and the love of his acknowledge.
Beautiful snow repeatedly never seem to amaze my inner conscious by those curious eyes invading more than a glance. I look at your small boots printed in the snow as I follow them.As you already know that I will follow you to the end of earth. A snowflake falling mischievously out of curiosity may land cautiously with love yet daring to defy against the wrath of nature that wouldn't stop me to follow milady.I devote myself to the ground you walk on, in all honesty, you may as well have landed on my heart for I felt the impact. I yet to relinquish more than your boot announcing thy arrival s there isn't enough land where I wouldn't follow you for I am your winter love. I will walk a thousand miles after your footprints in this beautiful s, now again and again, forever I follow thee willingly with nothing but my undying love Merry Christmas I meant "Will you marry me?" as he gets on one knee in the snow waiting for evolution
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I do not know?
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Night falls so calm like the stars ready to race the sunset, where are you this lovely evening as I have you in mind like the stars ready to bring out this night alive yet lively, I await like the sun ready to come up
As chaotic as a hurricane circling a volcano ready to erupt literally alike so in my head, help arrives when no one was alerted so, yet another storm is ready to touch land but I do wonder when will help really arrive when help is called upon
In do time, like of the essence in a literal way of meaning this too shall pass like the storm in my head, I'm hoping as I give thanks to you for I have you in mind to put out the volcano flames ready to burst, now all is calm and the storm has passed as I see afar past thus of that, there, here unknown sonnet
Beautiful comes to mind at first as I'm opening the window in the morning as I see a butterfly drifting above an elegant rose bush, instantly it seems to have somewhat of a resemblance to the distance that divides our thoughts being taken day after day or storm after it rains
Adrift from the wind makes the butterfly swerve mildly as yet I vision another butterfly coming to join the rosy masquerading, all come to an absolute halt as I figure I may as well enjoy the smell of this rose bush while opening this window with not a thing in mind at all
I'm afraid if I happen to blink I could miss more than your astonishing handsomely manliness only the greatest could offer as a blessing to walk amongst thus, do I dare to blink, or whom do I thank thee in regards of thee to give thank to, I breathe before I lose my breath as I'm breathless for you yet patiently I am waiting for your re-arrival with a beating heart and words flowing like no tomorrow yet I don't know your last name
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