Oh, tears me thinks you fell for love so cried
So scream and sleep these tears so soft tonight
Oh demons hatred burn so bright and die
This burning churning lies oh truest might
And fall asleep forever mourning death
Oh sweetest dreams so keep with me my plea
So brethren breathed thine own truest felt breath
For with only this wish my demons flee
So ever no one knew such truer love
Such granting power for only sleeping rest
So grant me please such sleep from up above
For only the cold of heart is sleep best
Oh, demons of demons truest love less
My soul in heart is only sleeping mess
A contest entry
- Freedom, come to me! - - - (Depressive/Sad/Dark) by Ebbing.X.Discreetly.
700 points, ended December 28, 2008, 57 entries
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Comments
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Very good diction. It is rich, precise and unambiguous. Good rhyme scheme. I’m happy to see sonnets without so many ‘ands’ and strict rhyme schemes. I expected modern sonneteers to break all strict structures, rhyme schemes, meters and themes, and was amazed to see them sticking to old rules even now. Your poem made me smile.
Thanks for Sharing!
All the Best
Lols
-Kiddy
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