Thy Sonnet

Even when sunsets kneel before the Night

and the sweetest verses no longer rhyme

and rowdy hearts, like horses in the wild,

gallop slowly and slowly to the edge of time;


even when bright days are dressed in grief

and only tombstones remember our names

as soon as we’ve withered like falling leafs

and joined the immortal souls wafting in space,




I’ll still be grateful to the odyssey of life

for the passionate love that’d come along

and the unwise promises that we’d recite;


and I’ll still be grateful to the death’s might,

which made unfamiliar my native tongue,

but kept the flame of your presence alight.



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50 comments

  1. I’ll still be grateful to the odyssey of life
    for the passionate love that’d come along
    and the unwise promises that we’d recite;
    Beautiful verse that I read today…. ❤️❤️❤️ Seeing your posts again is a bliss. Welcome back dear Rose

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    • Thank you so much for your sweet words. I’m happy you enjoyed these verses and keep posting the beautiful poems you write! ✨😊🌊

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  2. This is beautiful. I am doing a short piece on each full moon this year and posting on the night of the full moon for me. I need to up my game!
    Thank you for sharing this, it made my morning.

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  3. Hello Roser!

    I saw your post on Phoebe’s blog. This was a lovely poem that really shows a healthy relationship with death. Many of us are scared of it, when it is just the continuation of life.

    I’ve shared your poem on Twitter too.

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