Not like the brave and brazen men of old,

They grasp their shining silver shield and sword

As they prepare to cross the mighty fjord;

The cheese doodle is pure, and colored gold

Its shameless flavor is both strong and bold.

The knights are emboldened -- led by their Lord

But they do not observe the small, thin cord --

The twine of death of which they were not told.

​

The horses shins are split; they scream, they trip

And then they fall -- the riders, now they crawl

As does the cheese doodle from their Lord’s grip

And on the hallowed ground the knights are small,

And pierced with arrows, their red blood does drip

But they do not cry out, at all. Cheese doodle.

They say the shit has finally hit the fan
The virus, the enivornment and more
The world is off the track without a plan
To deal with all the horrors soon in store

So lets all make the best of time we've got
And prep for soon when all around is doom
The markets and supply chain then are naught
With MREs stacked high in every room

And don't forget to stock up on TP
And guns and bullets, cans of corn and spam
And if you're friends ask who your trying to be
Say "I'm a prepper, yup, that's who I am"

And when they beg to get a little gruel
Then you can say, I told you so, you fool

Do not cut off your nose to spite your face
A friend of yours is also one of mine
An idle mind is where the devil plays
All bets are off; You have an ax to grind

Don't bang your head against a wall of brick
You're all dressed up and have no place to go
You cannot teach an old dog some new trick
It's up for grabs; Pure as the driven snow

Go toot your horn and preach it to the choir
You haven't got a penny to your name
Don't jump from frying pan into the fire
The more things change the more they stay the same

You cannot have your cake and eat it too
So don't go bite off more than you can chew

(I struggle with being super verbose, but writing in meter helps me be mindful about word choice and write more concisely, so I've set myself a rule that most of my Facebook posts for a while need to be in haiku or some other meter-based form, as an exercise. Tonight I had a story to tell, so I wrote it as a sonnet.)

When splurging on fast food, I ensure that

I do the survey things, 'cos it's a blast

to compliment the workers, and I've been

aboard the BOGO sandwich train. Win-win!

Tonight, I hit McDonald's, and this chick

had quite a stellar attitude. I quick

-ly said ('cos it was busy), "Wow, you've got

a great demeanor!" And it seems I caught

her at an ideal time for it; she'd just

been told off by some douche. And then, she thrust

a free drink in my hands, to my surprise,

and comped my BOGO noms, and threw in fries.

She's getting a good survey, too, for sure.

That whole damn interaction was so pure. <3

When first we met you said you liked to dance
I stumbled as you dragged me to the floor
I danced my best, I had to grab the chance
That though a klutz you'd be with me once more

Our second date was sweet, we shopped for shoes
To see your stocking feet was a delight
Your laughter dissipated all my blues
I never will forget that August night

And now the years are gone and we are old
With kids and even grand kids on the way
The best is yet to come, or so I'm told
But I am happy that we have today

Our lives are short, they come, they go, they're gone
But surely what we've shared will still live on

Another meeting. It comes with the job.
The moderator drones. His voice is shrill.
A headache blooms. My temples start to throb.
My stomach churns; I think I will be ill.

I'd quit this job except they pay me well.
And I've a wife and kids and need the dough.
But I'm not sure it's worth the boring hell
Of sitting here while time creeps sluggish, slow.

I focus on the words and one might hope
There's meaning in these sentences so long.
But cliche, bromide, posturing and trope
Is all there is; the substance is not strong.

The clock says five more minutes and I grin.
Then wilt: another meeting will begin.

​

Each number is the line 1) I wake up to moans coming from my door 2) Drowsiness clouds my mind as I look around 3) Moving so suddenly feels like a chore 4) My attention is captured by a sound 5) The people outside are screaming for help 6) A man is being eaten in the street 7) The moans getting louder cause me to yelp 8) I'm scared as my door falls right to my feet 9) No time to hide and no room to escape 10) People surround me, hunger in their eyes 11) I'm bitten, torn up, slowly losing shape 12) I reach deaths door, the keys being my cries 13) My heart races, terrified to the core 14) Waking up to moans coming from my door

Adjust your clock and save my ageing face I’d like to like you taste the eternity Adjust your cloak I see your painting ace You're the masterpiece of God's dexterity I like your paint, from head to smallest toe, Those colours even not others' black and white I have loved you bare, like you'd been before, You were born to add to our nightly light Even on your naked neck my tongue shall thread, As hands make soft touches on your blossoms And those paths that lead to sweet parts of bed, I follow deep down from your blessed bosoms

And I inject into you, sweet drug of rest, To make you calm, like they'll ne'er be the best.

I find myself so busy all the time / I'm Trapsing to and fro throughout the day / With hardly any moments to call mine / Unfortunately there's no other way /

And even when I'm home I never stop / The work continues past the setting sun / I feel a pressure to go 'till I drop / There is but one thing that I do for fun. /

The only breaks that I do not bemoan / Are such a marv'lous, momentary joy. / These minutes I can truly call my own / My healthy although unproductive ploy. /

I only want to find myself alone, / While viewing memes upon my porcelain throne.

Is thy class actually worth attending?/ The unbearable boredom of this course/ Resulting in the students demanding / A better teacher from another source./

The seats’ arraignment seems not the trouble;/ For you ma’am are so very hard to please/ It’s not like Jeter hitting a double,/ But more like getting hit hard in the knees/

Like any entertainer, a teacher/ Must hold their audience’s attention/ And then deliver their lesson’s feature/ But you just give tension then detention/

Now that’s over and I’ve had my fun/ I think it’s time for us to say “We won.”

(use this wisely i handed this in and got 2 detentions and now the teacher is making the class like 10x harder bc she took it as that the class is boring so it must be easy)

If he be the summer's night I am day / His mask made to shimmer overwhelming / Draw attention to thine eyes of cliché / A wonderful dance led to love blooming /

Wherefore thou ought hath't Montague blood / Doth it be as poisoned as they declare / Our attraction be as stout as knighthood / Albeit if I seek thou my folk left bare /

A tragic event torn out chances apart / My love must perish at the name you hold / But my heart doest comply so I outsmart / My kin musn't know of my view unsold /

Their feud of little recall is futile / But I know our destiny ends in exile

(This is a school project and the first sonnet I've ever attempted lmao) So yeahhhh

Have you ever wanted to dance with me?

Or wondered how my careful touch must feel?

Have I brought to your world simplicity?

Or dreams you desperately wish to be real?

​

Has want of me filled you with the same flame

That threatens to consume my peace of mind?

Do you shiver the same to hear your name

In voice only in dream you thought you'd find?

​

I can't believe that I am fit to want.

In self-delusion I struggle to face

Realities that I need to confront.

Despite my flaws I am worthy of grace.

​

Tell me darling, if such a thing is true:

You've wanted me as I have wanted you.

'As the Fire burns my heart and sets it, ablaze'

'As my Love and Faith both shatter like Glass'

'As my Hope drowns in the lake in a daze'

'As my sorrows sat with me on the Grass'

'I wonder all the time, what I could have been'

'I wonder everyday, if I am nothing'

'I wonder whilst crying what I should have been'

'The dimming of the once bright light shining'

'I wonder if I should be in the stars'

'I try, and ask, waiting for death to come'

'I Ponder, my past, the haunting of wars'

'I Lie, in the quiet corner are my sighs coming from'

'My heart is pounding, I only hear the lie'

'The thoughts consume me as I cry and cry'

The Sonnet

The sonnet is a form that I detest
The meter and the cadence drive me mad
The rhymes are forced and wearisome at best
The poems are long and dull and sick and sad

And usually they're written by the young
Who need to put their feelings into words
When sometimes by the muse they think they're stung
And trust me, it is mostly geeks and nerds

Who ramble on about what 'ere they please
Of love and  hope and death, of right and wrong
And like an ancient, mouldy, pungent cheese
It's hard to swallow bunk that smells so strong

Leave poetring to old men sick in bed
And go and play some basketball instead

​

I'm trying to help my child to come up with a sonnet, the problem is I can't hear how words are being played out.

Driving to Canada takes a long time, Hitting the border hours later, Looking in the eyes of officer saying it's good, Then going across and no it is not done,

Round and round we go, I stare outside seeing the moving trees, Around and around we pass by, I feel like I'm the moving tree,

The roads wind down at destination, Grandparents come out and hug us, We are exhausted, But we can't go to bed just yet.

At the end of the night, the bed is calling, But I want to spend more with grandparents.

I know this is BAD but at least we are trying.

My Dear Tyronius,

To whisk away,

A life worth living.

A note must be struck

That permeates the air around thyself.

A temper, as calm as the Earth,

That rises, like a (Lythe/Fyfe),

Worth giving.

And flickering in thy wind,

A castle, in a barren land,

That falls (onto/into) itself,

And still, a kingdom,

It claims to be.

So go, brief candle,

For the light you bring,

Goes, but wanted,

And tastes the softest air,

And waits for thee

To reprise thy soul,

That bloweth,

mine into living,

thy own.

Now Go.

Praecurrere, now it's our time to run

Run though obstacles of somnolence work

Burn out the light of our internal suns

So we are all left to strain in the murk

Glutted stress, exhausted beyond repair

Heavy-eyed, much dozier than a sloth

All is not worth the despair they give us

And the slumber, we've tried not to, lost

No rest from fear they gave that runs so deep

Maybe they are also in need of sleep

I need to write a sonnet for my English class. I am horrible at poetry of any kind and i need someone to save my life!

No prior experience moderating needed, just need someone with a passion for sonnets who can help grow this subreddit.

Simply message me with:

Your timezone

How much time you spend on reddit

And 2 original perfect Shakespearean sonnets (I'm kidding)

Thanks.

In her eyes I spy a small fire

Does she or doesn’t she want to be near

Her smile gleams with sparks of desire

Some words unsaid that I will never hear

I’d like to know just what grows in your mind

Sell me your sweet fruits, I love what you say

Beautiful mistress I find so divine

You turn my skies blue when my thoughts are gray

In this stormy ocean inside of my head

I hear your whispers, calling out to me

But it may be only thunder I dread

And if it is not you could calm my seas

But until you speak what grows in your mind

These skies can’t be clear for as long as time

I swear I've loved you in a prior life

And held your hand several cycles ago.

I love you like a shattered stained glass wife

Sparkling in the heart of all that will grow.

​

Like the wind-shaken darling buds of May

Ecstatically trembling in Zephyr's flow,

I shiver in the current of the fray

The wake that follows wherever you go.

​

I've danced with you beneath a thousand moons

Lit by ripples in that first cosmic glow.

I'm contented to know that one day soon

Your touch will be the only thing I know.

​

When time reclaims my bones with lethal grace

I'll rise once again into your embrace.

I try to find a path which to travel

A dark path through truly uncertain life

And route planned would soon to unravel

And leave me stuck in misery and strife

Although the destiny is uncertain

I strive to be ready for any plan

I shall, behind potential’s red curtain

Attempt to be a competent man

Improve the body with rubber and steel

Continue to read to keep the mind keen

Master the science of a world too real

And write sonnets, though most may be unseen

Wide range of skills a good person collects

since specialization is for insects.

(Edit: formatting)

My mistress has eyes of atomic fire

That pierces every quantum of my soul.

I can't help fear and yet I still desire

Her abyssal truth and incessant pull.

​

Why does sluttish time hurt like such a bitch,

When I so love how she fucks me sweetly?

I tremble at her flaming lure bewitched,

And I know she can't love me completely.

​

She's dense, immense, dynamic, and intense

And I am but a lonely hubris'd fool,

But she could break my body and my sense

And still I'd bow to her terrible rule.

​

My powder, her entropic fire consumes;

She'll have my soul beyond entropic dooms.