Any fool can write a sonnet,

[Lmns Crn]

Once, when I believed I knew so much,
a simple temptress raised her eyes to flirt with me.
That bold and vicious mistress named Uncertainty
unravels walls and words and worlds with just a fevered touch.
I built myself a fortress of a house
with things I thought I knew around,
but then I huffed and puffed and blew it down
and left a wreckage of ideas I shudder to espouse.
So, when I get a bit of help
to set the ground in place again,
I might rebuild my holy house of facts
for passions to erase again.
Consider more than just the data-
life's got pages of errata.

[SA]

Oh my giddy aunt.

If you're going to read this, read it aloud.  It's gorgeous!

[Hibou]

I'm getting some pretty awesome images here.

[Numinous]

Thanks for something beautiful.

[Lmns Crn]

I am way too pissed off at the last couplet. It doesn't fit the tone of the rest of the poem, and it's mocking me. x.

[SA]

Seems fine to me.

EDIT: yes, it's tone is very different from the rest of the poem, but for some reason I like that difference.

[Lmns Crn]

Not till twilight shuffles up the shade
and sails the sun, victorious, into view,
Not till reassuring morning bells are played--
I swear I'll never leave you.
Not till brilliant-blazing stars
complete sidereal circuits out of sight,
(at least not during such a pleasant night as ours)
I swear I'll never say goodnight.
Not till song seduces soft your undefended ear,
Not till dusky shadows stretch their fingers from the east,
Not till peregrine breezes pass from somewhere to wherever,
Not till whispered sonnets seem sincere,
(and not for five more minutes yet, at least,)
I swear I'll never

[LordVreeg]

[ic]
The Second Sole Inhabitant

or
 
The Fall of the Amretton Spires.

And of this place all memories of right
pale and fade to shades sepian and base.
Painted scenes, in retrospect look so bright
Now shutter'd, enanmbr'd, entombe'd, encas'd.
The brave glory of the Folk of the Spire,
an ice tear in the mad God's tracked visage.
Must all greatness arc, must all Vigor Tire?
 Must there be damn'd uniform cold presage?
 Castellat'd with eyes of artifice
Yet blind Wilding Lord's haught would be their end
Even that Spire,  least common edifice,
Through vanity, the BrassLords were barren'd.
He was their brave first, oversaw the ascent.
No memories now,  the second Sole Inhabitant.

Found in a strnage tomb in the locked attic of the Steel Libram...
[/ic]

[Lmns Crn]

Oh, hey, check it out I found a thread

You smiled so sweetly
when you brought me a glass of water,
that I didn't know what you meant,
except that it was serious.

So I wanted to give you something back,
something of similar value, to make it fair.
But I took a quick inventory, and only found
regrets, confusion, and this
empty marble pedestal.

I thought about it for a while
and instead of deciding, I eventually just
drank the water, drained
the glass: every
drop, and it was

perfect, cool, and delicious,
and almost enough.

Both of these need serious work. I really am not sure why I posted them in this sorry state!

[LordVreeg]

you find the strangest thing in this place...