Sonnet - Blog Posts
Eclaircie jurassienne
Le soleil pointe son nez
Les sonnailles tintent dans le lointain
L air du soir embaume le frais
Je me promène au jardin
La brume sur les sapins
S élève en broderies effilochées
Je salue les voisins
Qui discutent sur le palier
Le ruisseau éclabousse les fourrés
Une queue rousse pépie sur le mur effondré
On se croirait le matin
La pluie nous a apporté
La féerie de la rosée
Dans un crépuscule serein
- Mathilde Fauve
C'était un samedi pluvieux de septembre
C'était un samedi pluvieux de septembre
Je travaillais à la bibliothèque
La mélancolie m enserrait à coeur-fendre
Et l ennui me courbait la tête
Tant de mondes merveilleux m appelaient
Sous leurs couvertures chatoyantes
Je restais là à surveiller
De mornes présences adolescentes
Plutôt que de chercher l oubli
Des heures, du thé froid et des rêves morts
J aurais voulu exister moi aussi
Dans les pages d un roman de fantasy
Dans les bras d un.e amoureux.se transi.e
Ou dans un endroit qui n existe pas encore.
- Mathilde Fauve
I really love the quiet.
My creativity and I can meet.
If quiet had a price, I would buy it.
Like lemonade in the summer, it is sweet.
But the thing I hate,
In the quiet comes silence.
It allows my thoughts create
A world full of hurt and violence.
My mind travels too far,
Away past my line of sight.
Like the horizon being chased by a car.
I struggle to hold on to the last of my light.
I try to escape the dark,
But it isn’t a walk in the park.
Wanted to share a sonnet I wrote for class.
The story is that the moon is crashing into the earth and the world is ending. Two lesbians sneak away to watch the world end as they cry and comfort each other.
My favorite sonnet/poem I’ve wrote ever
Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus: First Part (XXV) (tr. J.B. Leishman)
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
-Sonnet XVII, Shakespeare
dziura.
You’re the tear in my heart Making scars look like interpretive art You’re the hole in my lung A tragic sonnet gone unsung And god forbid I start loving you because you can’t dig deeper.
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A Day in the Park
We sing the song of a much simpler life
The one we wish to take back
But the line to that is slashed by a knife
Yet hopeless, we try to attack
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To retrieve all the chances not taken
To relive memories that cannot be bought
Of made-up play houses and sizzling bacon
Of lessons learned and some that were not
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We have grown and matured with little restriction
Forgetting to hold most things that are dear
We chase after big dreams and goals with conviction
Neglecting our friends, family and home with fear
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So take time to respect the good old days
When you yearn to spend time in your childish ways
poetry
ok yeah i ate that poem UPPP (its two weeks late i think and we had a month to do it)
Sonnet Macabre by Theodore Wratislaw
I love you for the grief that lurks within
Your languid spirit, and because you wear
Corruption with a vague and childish air,
And with your beauty know the depths of sin;
Because shame cuts and holds you like a gin,
And virtue dies in you slain by despair,
Since evil has you tangled in its snare
And triumphs on the soul good cannot win.
I love you since you know remorse and tears,
And in your troubled loveliness appears
The spot of ancient crimes that writhe and hiss:
I love you for your hands that calm and bless,
The perfume of your sad and slow caress,
The avid poison of your subtle kiss.