𝗛𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹
After the eerie screechy howling night
Crook for dying fainted soul in mad thump
Catching for defuse hitch slump in a dump
Seeks for the light that peeks in creeky teeth
Trying to blend blunt living giddy faith,
That dies on mind with the neurotic calm
The bulge eyes start to point in primly clump
Retrieve thee! Save! God Save the soul in twit
At last, souls wave their flag, defeated sound—
Is groggy soul pairs with the heart and mind?
Would this be a cell that never been touch?
Or wintered and weathered reward the ground
Breathing, howling, surging escape with wind
May I say, trouch soul is a stale food—, slouch...
FOOTNOTES:
— Petrarchan Sonnet
— ABBAABBA CDEDCE
— Octave (Problem)
— Sestet (Solution)
— Ten syllables per line
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Dry One's Tears
PoezjaThis is a series of my Petrarchan sonnets. All of the sonnets posted here are refined and feature a variety of perspectives on life, as well as how amusing it is to take a practical approach. I hope you enjoy reading my poetry, that they inspire you...
