Sonnet
Dark Side Of Love
In the fiery depths of Hell, there lived a man named Lucius. Unlike the demons and malevolent entities that surrounded him, Lucius had a soul that yearned for redemption. He longed for a chance to break free from the chains of damnation and find a glimmer of light in the darkness that engulfed his existence.
Scott LewisPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe City of Love
Where the youth ages in the spirits of eternity, Grows in the specter of fondness that never dies, The aspect of beauty cannot keep its lustrous eyes.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in PoetsChronoviators All
The notion of time travel seems most odd An exotic, even absurd idea; It must take a genius or a god To understand it and win latria
D. J. ReddallPublished 5 months ago in PoetsFrom this pool of promises
From high anticipation swells a reservoir of need. In relentless expectation dwells avarice and greed. . With accumulated envy
Tides Of Love
Are You Ready to Finally Meet Your True Soulmate : Once upon a time, in a coastal village nestled between rugged cliffs and endless waves, there lived a young sailor named Alex. He was a skilled navigator, known for his daring adventures and tales of the sea. Every evening, he would sit by the shore, gazing at the horizon as the sun dipped below, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.
Scott LewisPublished 5 months ago in PoetsI Went To The Bathroom
A few words about inconvenient deliveries when you are esconced on your convenience. The song I included is "Toilet Love" by Wayne (now Jayne) County and the Electric Chairs
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 5 months ago in PoetsRagnarök
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night? Thou art more ugly and less temperate; Lethal to all things is frost’s bitter blight
D. J. ReddallPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBrain Worm
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMixed Results
What's a possible conclusion? What's a problem yet defined? What's a plausible solution? What's a pattern recombined?
Artificial Intrigue
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the Sun Microsystems simulacra of eyes She was made to supply synthetic fun To pretend to have lips, likes, cries and thighs
D. J. ReddallPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMemory Lanes
Since you left them to carry on their ways they have been busy linking up the chains that connect today to its yesterdays;