Sonnet

Hacker
Rewriting the code To get rid of memories we hold Of times we scold Fearing the cheering of holidays And birthdays delight
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You’re my Drug
You’re my my drug You’re my Dopamine dreams Raving romance Unimaginably uplifting Giddily giggling Together in the moonlight
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Criminals
There’s criminals that wear masks And criminals with guns But if you ask Who does the most damage It’s the criminals in suits and ties
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Yuki-onna
She beckons with a cold and lovely hand Anticipating reluctance and fear Few can her icy, pale allure withstand Unhesitatingly, I do draw near
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Letter to Poverty. AI-Generated.
POEM Writer: Anthony Oche Title: Letter to Poverty Hello Poverty, No, there won’t be any need for salutation Because you came without my invitation
By Anthony Oche2 years ago in Poets
Burning Fireballs. Content Warning.
Bonfires escaping in the skies of the potent courage, timid lights flashing on the slided floors obscure hyperconnected momeries
By Anket Sharma2 years ago in Poets
If Not For You
Introduction A short sonnet stating what my Muse is to me. If Not For You 🦋🦉🌻♎💜♉🌻🦉🦋My Words Would Never FlowAs Smoothly As They DoThanks To The Love You ShowEverything Becomes True🌻♎💜♉🌻You're My InspirationIn All The Things You DoQueen Of My CreationInspiring Through And Through🦉♎💜♉🦉Every Day You InspireYou're My Reason, So BrightMy Princess Sets My FireBrings My Stories To Life🦋♎💜♉🦋Thanks For Your Love So TrueNo Words, If Not For You🦋🦉🌻♎💜♉🌻🦉🦋
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Cruel
Isn’t it cruel My stomach’s empty But my head is full Full of foolish ideas Of freedom Of peace We’re all out here Just trying to get a piece
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Neon Eyes
Rhythms of fragility that crumble the safety Resemble in a queue, sliding over the broken heart Slid the life Skin to Bone, hydroactive memories
By Anket Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A Quiet Christmas
Sometimes, I watch the snow fall and wonder if it remembers every hand it touches.Each flake feels like a whispered prayer, soft and fleeting, melting before it can tell me its secrets.The air is thick with pine and cinnamon,smells that wrap themselves around memories I thought I had forgotten—
By Melanie2 years ago in Poets
Whispers & Dreams
Sometimes I cry, not knowing why, and laugh as if it’s my purpose—perhaps it is. I run my fingers over petals, somehow believing they hold the pulse of the earth.
By Melanie2 years ago in Poets
My Love
The natural beauty of my woman, Awakens a sense of tranquility that swirls, My head into a whirlpool of emotions. Love is a fervent stream that flows,
By J.Fernandes2 years ago in Poets