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#Sonnet Prose
got-ticket-to-ride · 6 months
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Paul's lyrics from Here Today reminds me of Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 in a way that it immortalizes a loved one and the constancy of affection:
"And if I say I really loved you and was glad you came along
When you were here today
For you were in my song"
Sonnet 18 in modern English:
"And you will never die, as you will live on in my enduring poetry.
As long as there are people still alive to read poems this sonnet will live, and you will live in it."
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skepsiss · 2 months
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Survival of the Sister
(3074 words)
Art credit: @ent-is-indecisive || Link to art piece here
Fic credit: @skepsiss / Skepsis_Ree
Beta Reader: @corvus-perplexus
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Summary: Max is a young knight who has lost everything to the darkness of the Upside Down. The last thing she can lose is her life. She puts it all on the line to save her family, friends, and Hawkins. Fate has another idea for her as she struggles to recall her happiest memories that will bring her back to life and toward Lucas, who is desperately searching for her. Overall, it is a short, emotional piece about Max fighting back death with sheer willpower and then getting to relish in being reunited with Lucas.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair
Characters: Maxine "Max" Mayfield
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Medieval AU, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, season 4 ending rewrite, Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Family Death, Mourning the loss of a loved one, Suggested Child Neglect, minor sexism, Bodily Harm, Broken Limbs
Please reblog this and of course go visit the artist who drew this! It's absolutely beautiful. I really love how this poem turned out, and really appreciate comments or critiques! I've never written Max before, but had a blast doing it.
Art credit: @ent-is-indecisive Link to art piece Here
Fic credit: @skepsiss
Beta Reader: @corvus-perplexus
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair
Characters: Maxine "Max" Mayfield
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Medieval AU, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, season 4 ending rewrite, Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Family Death, Mourning the loss of a loved one, Suggested Child Neglect, minor sexism, Bodily Harm, Broken Limbs
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m1ssnovember · 8 days
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-my own writing
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living-dead-girl515 · 11 months
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There's something so uniquely beautiful,
About missing him like this,
The way my soul yearns, for just one kiss
It leaves me knowing, reuniting is blissful
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carrieiswriting · 2 months
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A sonnet - “Of trees and lambs”
Serenity, as fairies dance upon faint gusts of wind,
And sing their simple melodies of trivial things,
As the sunlight graces the bark of trees, in her unruly manner of sind,
She beats down, and spreads her whiteish, yellowish wings
To the daffodils, who jump out of darkened soil like springs,
In their rather jovial march to the river bed,
Where the waters soft rush plays upon your tender heartstrings,
And a soft calling lies ahead
Of the young, newborn lambs, by their mothers they are led,
To a shade-cast spot, guarded by a foliate overhang
from the old willow, hundreds of years have passed her, she is not yet dead,
and they lie there, as one disorderly and bumbling gang.
This ritual has been carried from mother to mother, from sheep to lamb, and back once again,
and it shall continue, so long as spring comes again, and blesses each fen.
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vampiric-prose · 3 months
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Another sonnet I wrote ❤️
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lost-in-the-labyrinth · 4 months
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She sees angels in the lane
Remembers death, thinks prophecies plain
Close to earth only when wrapped in nature’s caress
With love woven into her every golden tress
Ribbons interlaced and tied in bows
A silent moment of remembrance dedicated to those
Infallible moments, while she was sexless and true
When girlhood was wild, without thought of shirt nor shoe
When the suburban summer was nothing but hot
Before the abscess of womanhood had started to rot
Now she stands as proud as she can
A siren, a selkie, a beast to man
Ancient and winnowing beneath sunlight-dappled grass
Safe in the knowledge that her memory will pass
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mykwrites · 5 months
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Darling, you don’t want to come too close
Things like me ruin people like you
My skin burns you, my mouth is gross
The type of creature you shouldn’t pursue
And what’s inside is even worse
Something that only feels hurt and hurts
Something that doesn’t belong in a verse
Something that only wrongly diverts
Something not worthy of Satan or God
I’ll burn you, but all I want is to hold
My love for you darling, is odd
Because I’ll only make you scald
But you still sing to me like a choir
Because you seem to like the fire
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batman-gif · 19 days
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weird bad poem I made with my 100 year old typewriter idk
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le-suspect · 1 year
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so we all know that regulus writes sad boy poetry but you’re telling me that james in love with the idea of love potter, aka the biggest romantic fool who has ever graced the hogwarts grounds, wouldn’t spill his heart out on a parchement writing romantic poems cmon now
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fairydrowning · 2 years
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"I like the stars," I tell him.
He shoots a small smile, "I know".
"They inspire me, you know?" "Yes," He laughs, "I know."
"But, get this," I throw.
"What?"
"They, the stars themselves, don't inspire me."
"Hmm?"
"It's who makes me curious about those stars,' I say, 'It's the one who gave me the courage to look up at the sky and wonder."
"And who would that be?"
"I look over at him, "You."
-E. Grin
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mythoughttherapy · 11 months
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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
—Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
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lesbianwhispers · 5 months
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ANNOUNCING NEW QUEER POETRY
babes… i wrote a chapbook! 📖 i woke up one day and scrambled to meet a deadline i literally found at random on the internet. i sent my favorite works to a press in LA and… here we are!! if you need a stocking stuffer for that new lady friend of yours 👀 look no further! deadagain will capture the lesbian chaos and queer existential dread we all feel during holidays ❄️❄️❄️
deadagain is the first published work by Annie Conolly. It is a collection of poems, 35mm photos, and procreate drawings unintended to claim artistic identity. These poems fell out of moments lost in travel, sickness, or love. Written over a span of 10 years, these poems showcase the development of adaptability and emotional reckoning through the lens of queerness and gender exploration. Each image was curated in this collection by underlying threads of chaos, isolation, and caution. The title was inspired by a feeling of apophenia felt during the metamorphosis between careers.
As an experiment, deadagain aims to find the distinctions between artist and art. This art seems innately connected to its creator. However, this art does not evolve while its creator does. What is left between the stasis of publication and the life beyond its release? Pieced together slowly over 2023, this chapbook invites readers to seek out their hobbies and witness their unification into chaos.
Copies can be purchased through:
A Bottlecap Feature, Printed by Bottlecap Press in the United
States of America.
Copyright © 2023 Annie Conolly
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lauramaywrite · 1 year
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I hear tomorrow there is to be snow, but I sit now in the grassy pasture with the goats, reading poems to them Oh what a treat! They nibble at the pages until they realize it's not actually quite so nice; words filling my heart are merely an unsatisfying snack They play in the warm sun Bringer of both life and death, simultaneously But in this moment it is simply the harbinger of a joyful life
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offsidekineticist · 7 months
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Me: I'm going to have to hammer out the details of the folktale the next part of my fic hinges on.
2am brain: Ugh, but that's haaaaaaaaaard. We should write a Shakespearean sonnet instead.
2am me: [sincerely, while googling a refresher on sonnet structure] oh yeah that's gonna be so much easier than writing it out in prose, good thinking!
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vampiric-prose · 2 months
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Here’s a sonnet I wrote instead of paying attention in my ethics class today. I have no idea what it’s about or what it means.
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Happy Valentine’s Day.
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