#english sonnet

[creatediana]

"My Dog Doesn't Know It's My Birthday (You're the Cream in My Coffee)" - a Shakespearean sonnet written 4/25/2024

#2024 #it is my birthday #i'm 25 #i know! who could figure out that subtext? #poetry #poem #sonnet #iambic pentameter #iambic meter #shakespearean sonnet #english sonnet #form poetry #birthdays #animals #pets #cole porter #you're the cream in my coffee isn't a cole porter song but i do ALWAYS sing it to dickens #i used to sing it to my old dogs sandy and raider when they were alive too #the habit of singing jazz standards to my dogs is one that has outlived my dogs

[deveril]

At what point are life’s lessons finally 
Learned, when each time one has loved, one has lost? 
When does the miserable heart’s folly 
At last awaken one to failure’s cost?

A lifetime that’s spent hopefully grasping 
For dreamed-of fulfillment will go awry; 
And this continual wretched gasping 
For the rarified air of love is why,

Inexorably, the unloved soul dies. 
In this world of suffering there are no 
Ideals, no destiny to synchronize 
Our lives, no soulmate fated for us, so

Eventually the truth is revealed: 
Love, for some hearts, remains a barren field.

— deveril

#poem #original poetry #english sonnet #iambic pentameter #love poem

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

There comes a time when nothing is enough. My mind, poor starven wretch, sits at the feast, And hunching, double-fisted, tries to stuff Her loneliness with everything in reach: Old jokes, odd dreams, or memories of Fall, My coffee cup, the weight of falling rain – Like Tantalus inverted, gobbling all – Her torment is that hunger will remain. From sheer exhaustion, then, my mind grows still, And in one breath, she quenches every thirst. The pause between each word begins to fill With all Earth’s shining beauty: last to first. This poetʹs muse has called my poor mind’s bluff. And shown the truth: that “nothing” is enough.

--"There Comes a Time" by Ann Magill. Sometime ~2016 (a little before)

#English Sonnet #my own writing #fun with iambic pentameter #and double meanings

[serenitypoetry]

Traitor

I'm dismantling lessons from the life I led

it was hard for me even then as a small child

to allow happiness to seep into my head

I am trying to learn I am allowed to smile

I am backwards, I'm using the pain as a crutch

I'm trying to heal on a round escalator

I should be allowed to feel happiness now but

my brain twists the lines to make me the betrayer

I always thought healing would be like pulling teeth

I'm a traitor for getting to smile when you laugh

I told myself when it was over I'd feel free

but now finally getting to smile seems a trap

betrayal just to clean the dirt and fix the mange

but I'm allowed to heal and I'm allowed to change

#poetry #original poetry #original poem #poet #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #sonnet #shakespearean sonnet #english sonnet #healing #trauma #personal poetry #serenitypoetry

[maystarrs]

"I Lie Awake" by M.W. Starr @maystarrs

#poem i wrote about nobody in particular ahahhahhaaaaaaaaa #you know im in a weird mood when i bust out the shakespearean sonnet #my poetry #original poem #poetblr #poetry #poems #poets of tumblr #sonnet #english sonnet #shakespearean sonnet

[ninisbakery]

Ana

Smeared chocolate on fabric where her

fingers smooth down a wrinkle or two

Gentling the roar into a soft whirr

grit in her hands from the roof turned blue

All I wanted was to give you something

For your hands to still me listen

Lilac unraveled or atleast a numbing

Dappled fig blossoms around my vision

Nothing mattered when all was empty

More to lose meant violet pondered

Sickness was heaven for those twenty

Years I spent with you as your daughter

Ana, I know you’ll always be inward,

But I have to ignore your ache for her.

#poetry #sonnet #english sonnet #nicoledollanganger

[thecorvinmartinet]

Her Sonnet

A beauty’s face amidst the place of god.

She’s shining bright because tonight she knows

Her beauty lives for it is not a fraud.

Her grace and face is why I write my prose.

So as I breathe my Cheriche and hope;

You’ll love your face and not forget your grace.

It’s so much time to waste so you can mope.

But darling wait you'll be of heaven’s face

Because of you I now know what is blessed

Your face is like the roses picked from joy

Your grace and face is far beyond the rest

Because of this my words are not a ploy

I prithee that you wake so that you can take

As part of mind your glory is not fake.

(I apologize for any substandard stuff here. I wrote this in between classes and finished the last 6 lines at home. This is for my friend who thinks she isn't pretty even though she is. I may slow down my writing but I've been reading more to improve my writing and I hope it shows here.)

#original poem #literature #my poem #poem #poems on tumblr #poetic #poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #love poem #english sonnet #sonnet #long poem #short poem #poems and quotes #prose #poetry corner #poems #poet #words words words #original poetry #poets and poetry #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #female writers #writing community #young poets #writers and writing #poems and poetry #poemsbyme

[reicartwright]

Day 8

Are there any superstitions you believe in or follow?

It’s been some time since I believed in luck, Though privilege and good timing I receive As truths. I like the tales of old construct; I follow superstitions — don’t believe. I won’t walk under ladders (that’s good sense). A penny on the sidewalk makes me smile. A shooting star or dandelion presents A moment with the wonder of a child. On Friday the Thirteenth I celebrate The saving of my little brother’s life. Black cats are just too cute for me to hate. ‘Bad luck’ is an excuse to cop off strife. There are some old beliefs that I will follow, For without them, my life would become hollow.

#100 days of poetry #original post #sonnet #shakespearian sonnet #english sonnet #elisabethan sonnet

[not-so-rosyyy]

no idea if it's my hormones, what I've seen in the news lately, the weight of living the past few years, or just because it's Judi Dench...but this impromptu performance really made me cry for a good ten minutes, no kidding.

#beautiful #the only shakespeare sonnet i still have memorized #bc of my late highschool english teacher #who i realize looks a bit like judi #rip miss c #shakespeare #sonnet 29

[wickedzeevyln]

Tim's Swan Song

Tim never uses my real name, instead, he calls me rice, dim sum, chow mein, you know speak no English, he says, examines the expression leaking out of my face, so, if anger washes out of its pore he can pedal back like a true coward and say it was a joke. But I’m no bird, no feathers he can ruffle, no walls behind me for him to drive me up, no fit to throw, mama and papa raised their…

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[creatediana]

"My Dear Dumb Fame" - a Shakespearean sonnet written 8/14/2023

#2023 #sonnet #english sonnet #shakespearean sonnet #iambic pentameter #iambic meter #form poetry #poetic form #yes. this is about miss fame from season 7 of rupaul's drag race. i love her #she is me i am her we are one

[deveril]

As a child hiding from the darkness, he

Drew himself behind the walls he had built —

His harbor from emotion's raging sea,

The dark tempest of doubt, despair, and guilt.

He felt a monotonous safety there;

An emotionally void existence,

Which he convinced himself was the place where

He could live without love's impermanence.

Within this realm of his making, beyond

The reach of all those who sought to save him,

He could hear their cries but could not respond.

Those walls, built to save, entrapped their victim:

Cut off from all those with whom he had shared,

'Til there was no one left who even cared.

— deveril

#poem #original poetry #english sonnet

[senkuishigaymi]

Astrophel and Stella by Sir Phillip Sidney.

#english sonnet #sonnets #elizabethan poetry #elizabethan sonnet #sir philip sidney #love sonnets but make it elizabethan and love that is too late #call it hurt no comfort #ALSO!!! READ THE WHOLE SONNETS

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[rsolarsystem]

Venus Fly Trap

You planted a seed inside of me

in secret littered with red warnings

A cycle of pain within our family

Branding scars on me every morning

No one questioned your intentions;

A God-fearing man, through and through

Countless occasions and no convictions

I still smell the damp, disgusting mildew

You tended to my poisonous garden,

clearing my path for more beasts

I screamed in silence with the burden

then prayed for the day I'd be deceased

I've grown too large to be contained

Everyone will know who to blame

#English sonnet #trauma recovery #did stuff #actuallyosdd #actually neurodivergent #mentally ill #generational abuse #cptsd recovery #ptsd tw

[princepestilence]

I know it’s basically because your country is disorganised and hostile to democratic process, and coincidentally also actually an empire of many smaller countries badly stitched together, but I swear it feels like Americans are voting constantly. Every other week, there’s something important and political you’re voting about, and I’m always here like, “didn’t you just do that?? I swear you just had a big vote about something and you’ve already got another one?”

#not a sonnet #I think it’s good that you do it don’t get me wrong. #but I feel like it’s way way more arduous and frequent than it has any reason to be. #(before Americans get upset — don’t. I’m talking about my subjective Australian experience as someone on English speaking internet)