Top Voted Sonnets

My heart does not beat for you anymore. It powers down, ensuring no emotion. I dare not surrender to your poison potion, But flee from wounds which time could not restore. What a pedestal that has been set, An unyielding power coarse hands... (more »)

Release me swiftly from your red-rimmed eyes, I can't bear contrived smiles anymore. No more false greetings with your cheerful guise, Relieve your cracking façade, I implore. Sunshine-filled days and a happy semblance, Amorous gazes during... (more »)

Where am I? Enchanting Ariel's seas, Ingesting delish treats with Fairy Queen, With hungry Winnie chasing after bees, Or dancing deep in distant forest green? Shhh, are those the seven Dwarfs I hear, Or Snow White singing bliss in peaceful... (more »)

What the hell kind of question is that? Please bubble in your race. Am I white? By default I suppose I am. But that does not define me. Is there another box, because if they want to know my race they must also want to know that, I have... (more »)

My daughter knows not of my persona, Of reputation, pomp and circumstance. She dreams of the world outside Verona; She has fallen beneath Romeo's trance. For years we've kept our distance; comfort zones, Which, if crossed, would lead to my... (more »)

I take your hand, and think of ways to keep you frozen in this perfect spot with me. We know this is the last good-bye; we weep. Held back are soft good-byes, and those things we cannot bring ourselves to say. Time moves all too quickly,... (more »)

Never, never, never do I forget the simple, flannel-shirted smiles you left on my doorstep as I watched the sunset alone, quietly, a painting of theft creeping slowly across a darkened sky. I ran through my thoughts, memories of old parking... (more »)

Filled with turmoil and a hurting fear Winding down a path of life death and pain Screaming out words people don't want to hear Now hiding from them in the pouring rain Wishing all those thoughts would just leave her head She is running... (more »)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? No, that would be stupid. Firstly, the days of summer are often lame, And I'm biased, thanks to Cupid. It's not that you're lovely or temperate, though; No, you possess something far better... (more »)

If I could talk only one short day more what choice words would I use to speak to thee, which lucky ones would pour upon your floor and rightly make clear what is felt by me? Should I start with a verb, the deepest one that does run in our... (more »)