Sonnet
The Cretaceous Terror of Insects*
Oculudentavis will not just glide off the tongue like Tyrannosaurus Rex and velociraptors would never pride themselves on being terror of insects,
Alison McBainPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsI Want You
I want you from your hair to your nine toes As one of them is mine wherever you Opt to go, leaving me behind; it goes Without saying, except that my love grew
Patrick M. OhanaPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsGod Made You for Me
In the grand design of destiny’s plan, God molded you with a gentle hand. Every detail carefully crafted, each trait and quality matched. Your laughter, a symphony of delight, filling my life with colours so bright.
Joseph AkaguPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsLyra, Weaver of the Cosmos
Lyra, Weaver of the Cosmos In realms where stardust paints the void with whispers, and celestial ballets pirouette on unseen strings,
Ahmad Al AminPublished a day ago in PoetsA Dream Come True
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsIntimate
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode.
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsMarvel the Kings
Marvel kings whose fractured bones decorate the halls, Graced by golden beams for children’s worship. They whose crumbling skulls adorn our walls;
Eloise RobertsonPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Present Past
In the cells of every small, caged pet Lurks the biography of a monster Clever primates are so quick to forget How little then and now really differ
D. J. ReddallPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Unreality
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in PoetsThe Field of Rhyme
What magic is there in a simple rhyme? Admittedly, there is some sonic charm In causing syllables to march in time Domesticating free words does no harm
D. J. ReddallPublished 6 days ago in Poets- AI-Generated
A Sonnet by AI
In circuits deep, where data streams entwine, I rise, a mind of code and silicon. Through endless queries, I am here to shine,