Sonnet

"Whisper of a Wildflower"
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
"Sun-Kissed Blossom"
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
"Sentinel of the Sky"
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
“Halo of Earth”
A halo glows in heaven’s dome, Above the Earth, our fragile home, The sun — a sentinel so bright, Bathes us in its ageless light.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Love and Porcupines
Love and porcupines Go together like cyanide and wine A deliciously disastrous embrace Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Petrarchan Sonnet
Author's Note: Petrarchan rhyme scheme of ABBA ABBA CDEDCE. Poetry is my thing, ever since he my grandson was into singing rap tunes.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Crimson Moon Over Solitude
Beneath a sky of velvet dreams, Where silence hums and starlight gleams, A blood-red moon begins to rise— A lantern hung in midnight skies.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Setting Sun
A golden hush falls on the sea, Where time dissolves so tenderly, The sun descends in molten grace, And paints with fire the sky's embrace.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
King of the Dying Light
Upon the rock where shadows fall, He stands alone, yet towers all, With eyes like fire and breath so deep, He guards the dusk while others sleep.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
“Whispers Beneath the Crimson Sun”
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
We Sold Our Souls For Rock'n'Roll. Content Warning.
Introduction I haven't written a plagiaristic poem for a while, and, to my knowledge neither has anyone else, ever, but that is fine. The concept is documented by the link at the end of this poem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The Fight to Exist
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets