Emo Sonnet Poems | Examples
These Emo Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Emo. These are the best examples of Sonnet Emo poems written by international poets.
A dark void, my soul completely destroyed
Everything wrong hit me, like an asteroid
The wrongdoings I’ve done, the pain I've faced
The tears I’ve shed, and the sick aftertaste
I’m often misunderstood, called “Emo” and “sad”
But they don’t see my thoughts, and they should be glad
There’s more to see, but it’s a lot for me
Everyone around me is strong, like a tree
But I am only a wilted flower,
As everyone looks down, often towers
I weep in silence, my hopes and dreams crushed
And so I often feel my voice is hushed
I seem to blend in with the rest of the tree’s
And so I collapse, and I’m finally free.
Sleeping with their night lights on
From dawn to dusk, from dusk to dawn
Children learn to fear the dark
Adults learn to numb their hearts
But when you’re grown and all alone
Still the shadows haunt your home
But truth be told; when nights are cold
It’s not the dark that chills our bones
Something darker scares our souls
We’re not afraid of darkness
We’re afraid of what’s within it
So flip the switch, turn on the light
To ward off creatures of the night
Assure yourself once or twice
That they can’t come into the light
But still they come, day and night
The light doesn’t kill them
It helps them hide
I wonder how many dutches it'll take to get you off of my mind
I wonder how many shots it'll take for my heart to leave you behind
I wonder if I could make love to you through another woman would it ease the pain
I wonder if that last thought qualifies me to be insane
I wonder where would I be today if I never came in that house
I wonder if you would be single or if you would still have a spouse
I guess I could sit here & wonder all day
Or I could just ask you if there's anything else to say
I'm with it if you with it let's roll the dice I done told ol boy you chose & I was nice
Now you rolling with me you're where your supposed to be you were in the nose bleed now you can see
It's amazing grace that look on your face I'll conquer the world before I let anybody Hellen of Troy my girl
She’s seeking the fire, a feeling long gone.
Most days are a drag, yet she must push on.
Merely existing, her flame’s dying out,
It kills her more each day, without a doubt.
Though temporary comfort she might find,
There’s no happy ending, it’s killing her inside.
Slowly tearing her soul, she’s fading away,
A numb, lifeless feeling, her spirit decayed.
Through all the madness, she still cracks a smile,
Courageously trying to make her days worthwhile.
She ponders some thoughts, just wondering why
She is on this earth, when her spirit wasn’t meant to fly.
(A BIT OF BACKGROUND: The poem's persona is viewing a well-loved manga painting of a stately but abandoned old home, featuring an ethereal young girl who looks sad, and a number of half-hidden specters. This sonnet seeks to express the persona's longing for the painting to become a living, moving scene that can be influenced.)
Milady May, if I could make you real
I'd cast a dreamer's spell on this tableau
Of light and magic, make the people know
The range of things a girl like you would feel.
We'd make the people wonder why the tears
Silent-shed beneath the blossom tree.
We'd have them scanning every inch to see
What trials have made you older than your years.
They'd raptly seek for evidence and crave
Some promise of what is and isn't true,
Some hope of future happiness for you,
Some hint why you're at once both sad and brave.
These ghosts and beasts, the show they'll try to steal.
We'll hint at clues, for now, we must conceal.
A dormant volcano, it appears to sleep,
Stirring within, waiting to be freed.
It burns with such fire, so fierce & so deep,
Abundantly flowing, yet hopelessly seeps.
A love so intense, it's yet to be seen,
Her passion's explosive, overwhelmingly keen.
It runs through her veins, slowly going to waste,
Disappointment and heartache was all that she faced.
Buried so deep, a long lost treasure,
Hidden beneath her, this forsaken pleasure.
A love so suppressed, just seeking it's place,
It patiently waits, to erupt in all it's grace.
Nobody will hold your hand
and walk you through life
so walk through the sand
it will lead yourfriendship into a strife
even if you need help
nobody will waste their time
they wont do anything even if you yelp
but its not a crime
to leave them behind
you thought are whirled
keep that in mind
as you progress in the world
you are all you can trust
faith is as valuable as dust
The Graveyard
Into the graveyard is where I went to
Vile sights of people lied askew
Sights so gruesome it must have been untrue
Blood sprayed and guts hanged, people were slayed
No cops to see only my eyes were to see
No tears to shed as i stood in that spot
Then my mind fades into an abyss
Nothingness but then a single gun shot
A single fire finally I am dead
However I was a main part in that gore
Another body only to bled out
A scene that is filled with only horror
The same show replays over in my head
Some fun, I did not want to end up dead.
The Moon She glares from the ebon Halls,
As the sea stretches too taste Her galls,
The Candelabra dyed as magick stole its pore,
Starry night blackened as She sinks to the core,
The Sol it shone from the crimson sea
Like an awl stuck in a forsaken tree...
Dead leaves rustle on its rooted lawn,
Wolves grow silent on this lonesome dawn.
As He peaks like a God above us!
Heaven's eye, a sublime-forged truss,
Too the endless sea He soon shall sprawl,
Painting the world, as His darkness shawls.
Then She shimmers... Razor sharp...
Twinkling... As an angel's harp...
For Cecil...
Feelin' like a moose, I drank too much o dat juice
I was kel on All That but now I fell flat
What happened last night
Will I ever feel all right?
Lubricious waves of melconcoly cascade like a torrent of falling stars
What happened last night
Now I'm hung-over, and last nights bang is over
She kicked me out of the room
Boom boom boom
A sigh beneath the sheets. I just want to weep. When will this be over?
My brutal hangover.
What happened last night...
just a day longer.
and waiting just another marker.
too much time to bother.
patience wins against a lie the jealous heart its author.
comfort in the crater.
waters tide has washed.
stain free
separated flesh the ghost now atop the leafs
i feel truly free to wander.
Haunting Melodies
In the dark of night can you hear the song
The haunting melodies the night owls sing
The melodies have gone on for so long
Can you feel the sadness that they will bring
All those that hear this twisted song with shed tears
None of us know why the owls sing this song
There is no real reason for us to fear
When it sounds all we do is march on
But there is nothing we should truly fear
In this game none of us fit any way
One day all things of the night will be clear
No matter what we continue to play
No matter how much we lose we never stop
We will never stop until we reach the top
So what I've come to realize is all great things come with a lack of sleep.
If you want to be successful in life stay out of bed. Its just the right thing to do.
Stay up in bed, watch TV, feel sorry for yourself or even day dream about faith's new leap.
Robin sharma said wake up at 5 to be productive. I say f**k that who needs to wake up feeling blue.
I realized that sleep depresses me. So here's what I've done.
I popped a few pills. Who knows what it was. Now try not to be drowsy.
I'm broke and in debt. And lately life's been no fun.
So I'm writing sonnet poetry. Drug abuse is the key not to feel lousy!
Whoops! I nearly shut my eyes for a moment. How long can this go on for?
Nobody's ever measured success by who earns the least, or Who's f***ed up the most.
Stop kidding yourself! What your doing to yourself is defined as "gore".
That's not reality! Wake up smell the coffee and burnt toast!
Make life fun. Do crazy s**t! Challenge yourself.
See how long you can keep it up for, before you're put on a dusty shelf.
Slowly backs away the shadow that looms the morning
Fallen leaves gleams the ground, a new beginning.
The world went still, racking noises from inside subsided
Damp breeze feels like romantic dill, then and now collided.
Lull away into the afternoon chills, make no such haste
The whispers of the rustling leaves, slows the pace.
Familiar aroma fills the air of joyful childhood years
Be taken past traverse with the melody of holiday cheers.
Warm and cozy into the night, gaze at the skies with awe
Of glimmering stars adorns the view, and the moon’s afterglow.
Delight into the zenith of the enchanting midnight chime
And the wind’s murmurs, akin to frozen tales of time.
Passions renew, snuggle safe into the love’s sweet embrace
With a clean slate, this wistful season departs with glaze.
© Arabelle Sanchez-Grospe 0823014
I cut to see if I feel how it's like being human,
I cut to see the pain relinquish inside,
I cut for all the memories that remain to drain down in the sewage
What symbols life runs with death in that rusty pipe.
A slash here and a slash there,
What happened in the past?
A slash here and there,
Soon the memories don't last.
Scissors, knives, razors and sharp edges
keeps a bloody smile, no more weep.
Slice and dice, trim more than the hedges
And I don't care if I go to deep.
One scar closer to a never ending dream,
I don't care if I go to deep.