As the wonderings of this squall fell off, High above the curtain-pulled screens below, High above, where sadness is kissed so soft, By the rays of sunshine who bloom and grow, This flavor made light… more →
Bryce Mark Fergusonwrote 2 days ago: You went away And it made me feel blue But now that you’re here to stay I know you loved me so … more →
wrote 1 week ago: But for the soulless spirit I pour out, there’s only now the faded blood stained page, a work of fir … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: O sweet thou sighing heart That brings my soul its joy Pray let my mind depart While senses l … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Actoeleven via Deviant Art O sweet thou sighing heart That brings my soul its joy Pray let my … more →
wrote 2 months ago: rose (Photo credit: alice_ling) So, okay, the last sonnet I posted wasn’t very impressive! The … more →
wrote 2 months ago: Poppy (Photo credit: joeflintham) I’m really not the best poet in the world, but I’ve be … more →
wrote 3 months ago: In the recesses of our aged love you Create doubt-Does my devotion remain? Often uttering that I sho … more →
wrote 3 months ago: The Hammer (for the Trinity girls) If I could smash my hard heart with a … more →
wrote 4 months ago: Where did this mountain on my chest come from? You? But how could you have done this to me? I truste … more →
wrote 4 months ago: As if Shakespeare wasn’t busy enough churning out histories, tragedies, and comedies by the dozen, h … more →
wrote 4 months ago: The sonnet, that originated in Europe, mainly Italy, has found amongst its doting practitioners the … more →
wrote 5 months ago: Ragged connection, impeded by stain, unworthy-worn, but willing for the One to strengthen frail hand … more →
wrote 5 months ago: Ragged connection, impeded by stain, unworthy-worn, but willing for the One to strengthen frail hand … more →
wrote 6 months ago: A man will vex a hope with hopes that drape A muse in modern clothes and wanton hide, She masquerade … more →
wrote 7 months ago: The moonlit maiden on the alter stands Reflecting fortunes in her silver glow Her femi … more →
wrote 7 months ago: I never knew my Amaryllis well Until she turned full bloom to Amaranth Beneath the moon, and underne … more →
wrote 8 months ago: There is a place in distant Aberdeen, Unseen between the gravel esplanade And golden sand; not quite … more →
wrote 8 months ago: Dreaming Fantasy I’ve seen you in my dreams before, some night When I slept well, when sleep s … more →
wrote 8 months ago: “The Poet Henry Howard, Lord of Surrey” by Hans Holbein, c. 1542 In this week’s … more →