Here's another poetry thread
for those who do not know how one works here is a layout of how write one
at the end of each sentence, that words need to rhyme. like so
a
b
a
b
c
d
c
d
e
f
e
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g
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absent of all light.
walking through darkness.
wishing to end my fight.
its now utterly hopeless.
acting it out like a show.
people watching, seeing all my mistakes.
my cold world, covered in snow.
nothing like those sweet cakes.
playing it out as if i were a pro.
gotta run away
gotta leave this hell
need to find someplace where i may lay
till all is better and i feel well
escape i just might
back into the light

i hope i did this right.....
damn, once i start rhyming i really cant stop

i have a few broken ones feel free to continue on with them, i'll get to them in pieces

I sat across the table here
I hide my face and watch her eyes
A voice of beauty, that sound so clear
I linger near whenever she cries
Her gaze, it pierces through me; haunting
Through my games and trickery other men hang on her, sight of which's sickening
...
to be continued
jon, imagine if there was a girl that could see through my sadistic games

Also, sonnets are usually written in iambic pentameter, which means each line has 10 syllables. Just a helpful reminder.

yes i know, but i dont think anyone has that kind of time

Yeah, but then it's not really a sonnet.

then this thread will be like the haiku thread

Hmmm, well, you write what you feel like, it's all good.

All of my days I know I’ll look
I’ve followed her path completely unswerving
In her shadow I will lurk
The cold of death, all but deserving
Icy chills run down her spine
Her pale pink skin, so lushes
The thoughts of her they fill my mind
Within her veins her blood rushes
I watch with an undying urge
To reach out at her from dark as she lays there
I could never be with her so I purge
The thoughts of her, leaving my mind bare
So I stop myself from going on
As she walks I watch until she’s gone

Our hearts are in the right place, please remember
Love goes all the way out and straight through
Hear the meek but humble ones defend earth
From Rasta to you, to you.

Are you satisfied with daily life
Wipe the tears from your eyes.
No ones here with me tonight
Only Jah, and he's always by my side.

Pretty little woman I can't hurt you so.
Always be by your side.
I can't hurt you no, no, no.
This i cannot deny.

Our hearts are in the right place, please remember
Love goes all the way out and straight through
Hear the meek but humble ones defend earth
From Rasta to you, to you.

I disagree in principal with the ‘who has that kind of time’ philosophy; I believe that if you don’t have enough time to write a poem then you shouldn’t write a poem. There’s so much goddawful poetry clogging up the internet out there for that exact reason; people seem to think a poem is something they can knock out in half an hour. It’s not.

Having said that, in the spirit of the thread, here’s a ‘proper’ sonnet I’ve attempted to knock together in order to demonstrate what the structure of an English sonnet should be. It’s not very good, but then I’m more of a student of poetry than an actual poet myself.

What use are minds here now, for all their worth
In airy halls when laid on gilded hand
To know what hand does turn won’t spin the earth
To count the tumbling grains won’t make the sand

Scrawled deep thoughts ‘cross valleys of faded page
Won’t make a god from words, nor change our fate
Philosophers sit lonely while the mage
Twists brightly coloured fortunes as you wait

Once ice blue lightning cracks our agèd eyes
And wonder stills to boredom through the years
The science and the faith spin equal lies
The light no longer questions stagnant fears

Try to remember, through the creaking rust
The thoughts that we’ve forgotten, gone to dust

But can you dance to it?

Err….you could try?

Ballroom dancing.
Well it does seem to be coming back.

Is anyone any good at Spenserian sonnets? They’re the ones that follow the structure a-b-a-b, b-c-b-c, c-d-c-d, e-e, and keep the iambic pentameter structure. Very challenging.