Crownless Royals (English sonnet)

by Ben Pickard   May 12, 2021


I never understood the mess we made,
Nor could I come to terms with all we lost.
I once believed the final debt was paid,
But never did I understand the cost.
We sit here now, beneath this ancient oak,
Bequeathing daisies fashioned into chains.
Despite the leaves, the rainfall leaves us soaked,
And all we had begins to rust and wane.
If time was shaped and bent to fit our needs,
Or if the moon was always waxing bright,
Perhaps the wind would never rise from breeze,
And love would never blunt or lose its sight.
We crowned the seasons, summer back to fall,
But with the seasons' change, we lost it all.

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Ben Pickard 2021

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  • 3 months ago

    by pandasister4

    Hmmm... "Crownless Royals"...

    I know what to write for my next poem! Thanks man!

  • 4 months ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Congratulations, Ben. This is truly a wonderful sonnet. I'll enjoy reading this again and again...

  • 4 months ago

    by Keira Pickard

    Congratulations, lovely.

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, both.

  • 4 months ago

    by hiraeth

    What a beautiful sonnet. Congrats on the win!

  • 4 months ago

    by Hellon

    On no....I'm going to choke!!!! Can I whisper that I really love this sonnet and no one will hear me?

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Well, I won't tell anyone, Hellon.

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