sonnet
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by Jones Very I’m really enjoying reading through Very’s catalogue of poetry. I looked to find a man who walked with God,Like the translated patriarch of old;–Though gladdened millions on His footstool trod,Yet none with him did such sweet converse hold;I heard the wind in low complaint go byThat none his melodies like him could…
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I always feel much better when I write.But rarely know just what I’ll write about.This poem could go anywhere. It might.I sort of send my soul out first to scout. That’s some alliteration, Ben. Good grief.Yes, but doesn’t it soothe the savage soul?You could have sent a warning shot at least!I would, but see, I’ve…
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by Jones Verse. I’ve been studying this guy’s poetry lately and this sonnet here put anything I’ve ever written to shame. I’m not coming down too hard on myself. I am a dang good poet. I am better than 99% of the world population. I have a lot to be proud of, but it’s also…
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I’m trying to break all bad habits at once.I prob’ly need to take it sorta slow.It’s just that I cannot wait to confrontThe version of me that I used to know. The guy who got me in this mess himself—A person who right now does not exist—It’s sort of silly to place blame yourselfOn someone…
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The 30th in a series of sonnets. You can probably search the rest on this blog if you’re interested. Some numbers have two poems because I didn’t like the original. They say that you must be open to loveTo find it in another solemn soul.Before you put another soul aboveYou first have to learn how…
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A lovely Twitter follower suggested “worms” as the topic for a sonnet so I obliged. They told me you had brain worms. That’s too bad. You see, I believe in Karma, but don’t judge. It’s not on me to make sure you are glad. The One you need’s inside you and won’t budge. I really…
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“Why don’t I write a sonnet for a change?”I said to the man I’m supposed to be.He really is me. It might seem strange?My soul is who I am and who is me. And my soul is you in element’ry ways.See everything is One, my son. It’s true.Shakespeare would never write this but okay.I’ll steal…
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I think I’ll write a sonnet cause I’m bored.These things I do to keep me entertained.I don’t do this for credo or reward.My reward’s in growing my own brain. None of us are where we want to be yet.Let’s all admit it—give each other grace.You ever noticed you can spot a demon?And kind people wear…
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First sonnet in quite awhile. It’s one of my better ones I think. I haven’t written sonnets in awhile. I just stepped out to see if I could breathe. I stopped but I ain’t really changed my style. The poetry abides and dwells in me. If you could feel it too, well then you’d get…
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A man in debt cut off his ear. In debt, so no one wants him near. I wrote this poem to put right here. To entertain my friends, so dear. If you have cause to run away Then, tell me what the beast did say. I have to plan on rainy days Or else I’ll…
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Every little sound that strikes my ear Pleases me like nothing else I know. Sweet melodic noises I can hear They rock my senses — rock me to-and-fro. And maybe that is why we call it Rock. No other music soothes me quite the same. From forth my speakers cometh quite a shock That then…
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An old song I wrote as a teenager, except for the bridge which I wrote when I recorded it. If you like it please share it with someone.
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I whisper in your ear “Let me have tonight. Let me hold you near.” Smiling with your eyes You say nothing at all. But everything you’re thinking, know, My dear, I heard it all.
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I cry too much For days that will never come again For feelings, that I felt back then Which are only memories now— For people, who promised never to leave Whom I don’t even know today. I weep for places I used to love that No longer exist in the world.
Musings of the Mad 