Below is a sonnet I wrote for class. I'm definitely a noobie at this but it was really fun!
It's not perfect or edited yet haha but I really like it regardless. :)
A sonnet == 14 lines, with 10 syllables per line.
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A Spirit Walk
A purple moon climbs the mountain-lined
sky
As cold pale feet stalk luminescent
blades
Of a path raked through
by all souls alike.
Once was bow and arrow
aimed at wolf heart,
A quivering breath barked
at to steady.
“All lives are yours to
take, exert, and look!”
Once were books turned
until soft skin met bone
A shadow waiting beyond candlelight.
Fire burns the wanderer
from inside
Memories in flames, light
alive tonight
What becomes of effort
that is not yours?
Fear and freedom dance together
in flames.
There, a path unparted, echoing
sounds
Of spirits, all unknown, but
one is yours.
Below is an updated version of the poem. It has more clarity too ha. 11.12.22.
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A Spirit Walk
A purple moon climbs the
mountain-lined sky
As cold pale feet stalk
luminescent blades
On a path raked through
by all seeing souls.
War is not freedom but
it makes him ache
To know when he will be
the last soul it takes.
If there were eyes to
close, then he would see
His own shaking breath struggling
to steady.
Arrows fly and find unseen
enemies.
Once were books turned
until soft skin met bone
His father’s shadow beyond
candlelight.
Fire burns the wanderer
from inside.
There is no sleep here; what
becomes of dreams
That one made to be
loyal, brave, and true?
Do these dreams haunt
you like spirits, warrior?
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