Magic SonnetShall I compare thee to a Quidditch matchMagic Sonnet by MarcoDelMarco
So filled are you with magic and mirth
You're Alohomora has unfastened my heart's latch
As the broomsticks fly, you lift me from the earth.
Stronger than the force of any Bludger,
Lips redder than any Quaffle
My soul you fill with hunger
That cannot be sainted by even the sweetest waffle
You are the Keeper of my heart's rings,
The Chaser of my soul's desire,
You are the Seeker of all these things,
Like Incendio, you light my world on fire.
More glorious and precious than the fluttering golden snitch,
My wonderful wizard, more beautiful and handsome than any witch.
A Warped Love SonnetYou smile, your fingers wrap around my neckA Warped Love Sonnet by Relics-Angel
I smile as I put the gun to your head
The cold rain splashes around our prone forms
And it feels like the devil is with us.
When did our love start to decay and sour?
When did the smiles and love turn into slaps?
I hate you so damn much its hard to breathe
But when I dream at night, I see your face.
I am going to kill you with kisses
And love you with hot metal bullets
While you just smile and kiss my cold, dead lips
The knife of your betrayal in my back.
Dear God, are we not such a wicked pair
To have the same passion in love and hate?
Sonnet IIII sit here crouched in a poorly lit room,Sonnet III by ksmsoccer89
Cycling through what life was like long ago.
Dread of my future does linger and loom,
Only having a damaged heart to show.
You use to tickle my cold lips with yours,
So delicately forcing them on mine.
Now left with a fleeting image, closed doors,
Sky gloomy, for me the sun does not shine.
As if a dream, you reach hesitantly,
Unsure if you want to give me a chance,
When last time I hurt you so blatantly,
I wish to repair this damaged romance.
Let us keep silent, walk off hand in hand,
Going on with life just as we had planned.
starry eyes implodeshe cannot recall allstarry eyes implode by intricately-ordinary
the things she's
pretty pills, rancid
razor blades and
wasted words coat
her sorry throat
she can't count her
fingers, like she can't
count the days again--
it's zero to zero, in it
to spin it:
time is measured in
lengths of abandonment.
she comes home empty-
"I gave up again
I gave up I gave it
away I gave up"
repeated like some
and once more she
apologizes to a
just hoping to
better to go
and when she walks,
she holds hands
with the yellowed
skeleton of a
forgotten little girl--
on their tour of
the world. she
stops at the
edge and whispers
'there is a point of
no return' with
a guiding hand;
she sends her off
and realizes she's