Sonnet

Hear No, See No, Speak No
beyond the cemetery’s tall iron gate intent peers from near the tombstones my steps too leadened to quicken pace too late to reach the last transit stop.
By Anna4 months ago in Poets
The Sentience of Trees. Top Story - June 2026.
Do you suppose that trees are grateful souls, And bless the land on which they firmly stand? Will trees thank cloud for water that it doles,
By Julie Lacksonen4 months ago in Poets
Perfection
This is for a challenge from Jazzy Gonçalves The Challenge is as follows; Write a poem about the perfect day, or morning or evening, or perfect whatever. Include your senses, such as sight, smell, and taste. Use words that describe the scene so we can experience the day as you would want to experience it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
~Today!~
May 25th/2026! ~Today!~ Another prayer For another day Of trying to pull through, This prayer And these words Goes out to all of you
By Jennifer Cooley4 months ago in Poets
Smooth
The Prompt Write a poem about something smooth. You probably know who this sonnet was inspired by. The music is "Smooth" by Santana featuring Rob Thomas
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
It Was Only A Tool
In Florence, paint was labour before praise, lapis crushed slowly, billed to velvet names. A chapel ceiling learned to lift its gaze,
By Emilie Turner5 months ago in Poets
Diamond in the Rough
She wasn’t planned, nor conceived; derived from an everlasting love. Made out of a naive confusion; and an idea, you can’t get rid of.
By Alaine Hay5 months ago in Poets
A Vocal Fairy Tale
When I started on Vocal I wasn’t so sure what would happen. Since joining the Vocal Facebook groups I have received so much encouragement and love and so much interaction, that I wake up every morning amazed that I am still here, admired, loved, and appreciated.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
Life After Love
When love leaves... It does not depart like a storm. Storms announce themselves with thunder and fury. Love leaves more cruelly than that. It exits like the tide, quietly stealing pieces of the shore until one morning you look within yourself and realize entire landscapes have gone missing.
By Amber5 months ago in Poets
Conjuring the Solstice Spirits
Introduction This is my hundred-and-third piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing and mystical artwork. This is a Chanso
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
a present day étude
For what it's worth, You'd have to be the dumbest person on Planet Earth to give prosperity doctrine anything but side-eye,
By Chris Z5 months ago in Poets
Behind
I felt it when the hallway light grew thin, before the evening settled into black, as though the house had slowly breathed me in
By Emilie Turner5 months ago in Poets