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It's Halloween again! The moon is high
And waxing. The night is calm and darkness
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Descriptions fail. These splendours span
Eternities unguessed by man.
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Empires rise and empires fall
Make way for others, Nature's call
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cards still stacked against both holders and beholders tacked upon time’s train
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The dead brown maple leaves littered the path
That I walk. Others of its kind dropping
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High on the cliffs the castle's ruins stand,
where grasses blanch beneath the untamed sun,
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by Hikari Lady
32 lines, 20 comments,
on Sep 16 8:59 AM. In Life, Love, Personal, Sonnet, Happy, Hope, Spiritual, Thoughts, Other
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Few people love; most know not love at all. Their feelings of feigned affection wane
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Ambitions rotten, faith forgotten,
tattered scarecrow, shroud of cotton.
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Alas I fear I'm ought but lowely maid
My wimple swaying with the gentle breeze
The Bard of Avon lives to tell a tale
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Please note: this is not actually about me, I just felt like
writing a Spenserian sonnet.
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What matter you when crystal daggers fall,
A shattered thought without a dream to sleep.
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tastes fragile for societal pillar:
contemptuous attempt half-hearted
one moment here, next tear departed.
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Self is unlimited when wakes
the soul in unpolluted lakes.
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When moonlight falls upon a sleeping dreamer The Moon can see the stories in his head
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adrift, upon the crests and falls
vast as time, endless as creation;
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Look into my heart, see the love I hold divided among those who came my way,
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My skin is soft, glows with radiance
as whispers of a breeze flutters my wings,
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Where turmoil steam's stream channelled on the boil,
there poet shuffles off [c]old mortal coil.
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as centuries dissolve, full meaning's chime
to tocsin turns from tintinnabulation.
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What lies in head, ahead what lies ? Lies past
no hold retain spite hope sustaining scope,
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"Nel mezzo del cammin" each trip appears
however short the day or long the years.
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The heart will always speak unerringly
in matters of amour and courtly love;
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I always change for dinner, the werewolf said,
a custom copied by men, misunderstood.
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Skein poetic weaves life's leaves. One flash
Turns think through ink to stage fulfilling page
As insight steered appears free from force
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I hate you with a passion like a light but I also love you so, just as much
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No trust retains till reticence 'to be'
Gives way to insight learning to flow free.
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The beauty of the world within her eyes
is captured by the beauty in her soul,
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Tangled in a silken ocean of grace, Taking time. Letting it all go—for you.
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Another summer evening’s golden link
Now adds to measured Time in mind of man.
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Life finds the strangest ways to get along
An unintended act may make things right
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I think it was a month ago that I
Stood standing at that precipice in tears
by Frodofan
19 lines, 19 comments,
on Aug 27 8:30 AM. In life, thoughts, hope, nature, success, personal, rhyme, sonnet, future, past
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If yonder tree could talk, t'would speak of you/And memories quite fond to recollect
About the boy you were and how you grew/Yet treated e
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The golden sun that chased night away
an early chill that wrapped the land in mist;
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“The fate of individual human beings may not now be connected in a deep way with the rest of the universe, but the matter out of which each
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When once upon a midnight moon
while crickets in their nests were chirping,
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Men, bizarre,
Chuckle they are born to lead, indeed
Know not that lead in head leads to poor breed !
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