David Emeron: Sonnets
But can it be that I my love shall see?
May I expect a miracle again?
Is finding, once again, my dearest friend,
My Sister-Love, a possibility? 92 more words
5 hours, 8 minutes
It’s odd to me that there’s a time of year
When we’re at peace with skeletons on doors,
Where ghouls elicit smiles rather than fear, 79 more words
5 hours, 44 minutes
56B Brit Lit
6 hours, 55 minutes
The Boy Poet
This moment of love so long waited for
When all the pain and fear melt into time
A moment when life is simple and pure…
15 hours, 16 minutes
Ward Brent McBurney
In all my day-dreams she comes over me
hands, eyes, mouth, smiles-first. Rare is dream sleep
and she, rarer still in that keep of night. 210 more words
18 hours, 48 minutes
“What? Can the devil speak true?”
We burnt the witch — but, oh, on fire she laughed!
She cursed the prelate and the magistrate. 114 more words
18 hours, 50 minutes
SONNETS LOVE & DIVINE
My love for Paul is clear and pure—a balm
For hurt and catalyst for joy and thrill.
He whispers sweetly in my ear, a calm… 100 more words
20 hours, 59 minutes