Sonnet XI

by Mr M   Jul 22, 2007

Poor dreams that are never dreamt nor breathed to
life; never heard nor laid to love. Poor sighs
of highest points of highest life never
sighed nor touched upon placation's sound.

Poor words that never formed upon their lips
nor emanates their thoughts among the stars
of night; poor eyes that never cried at dreams
which sparkled within their perfect flawless right.

Poor hope now spinning within our hatred's time,
bearing no clue to what it was created for.
Poor trust all charred on coals of discontent;

poor will that seeks its rise with fists against
this purging. Poor worldly calamity;
yet despite all this, all our love remains.

* With very special thanks to diana, debbylyn, sluvious, Cindy and Twisted Heart for their help. :)


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 12 years ago

    by Fsams

    This is a fantastic Multi collaboration I wuld say. The word choice is great and the flow is kep good. This is having poetic qualities and the structure is also great. 5/5 all the way


  • 12 years ago

    by Shirani Graham

    Just a beautiful poem you had written....

    Nazeer with you...

  • 12 years ago

    by BlueDreams

    Beautiful sonnet you penned here my friend, lovely yet so heartfelt emotions......Awesome!

  • 12 years ago

    by Lithium

    This is a very nice piece i really like this line

    Poor words that never formed upon the lips

    it really stands out to me, well done xox sam

  • 12 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    How true these words are. we see it all the time - but yes, the day the poor rise, the mighty world will have to contend with a lot!

    thank you for your wonderful comments on my work.

    peace and luck