Sonnets

A couple of sonnets submitted from some poetry students. They deviated from the pattern which is fine.

The Living Doll

by Kiarra Lynn Smith

Velvet blue night, the scent of silicone

His palms hold her in moonrays tenderly

and breathes her in: a new identity

This mask, this veil, his fleeting chaperone

Hair crowns her eyes and fingers trace cologne

on all the lines of love, the melody

of rhinestone rings, curvaceous symmetry.

Zips up fresh flesh to coalesce as one

The mirror casts his truth: the face of doll

The semblance he disguises from their gaze.

He knows that they will never understand

He cloaks her in deep shadows from them all,

and stifles her inside his tortured maze:

to dim her anthem with their unsung hands

A Sonnet to the Siren Snow White

Multiple piercings on ears, many rings, tainted

by Lenore S Beadsman

A blimp from the startled and confused haze was the true mix

Of the pertinent enough stared at since one was with her again

And who was so lame from the footings and told to control bluffing

Can be afraid to hover around the medium of the mere changed fix

Was potentially a lure to find there being a soundless haven den

She was proud to be all powerful with the angular mixed pure stuffing

Has resulted in how they can be admitting the changes for who was

The mere intentional and about to face within the really true moderate

Piece of her solemn aid was there to continue the blessing angular sort

Could enrapture only the mere founded on what can be a risky blue does

It have to change the irregular side of her ears and have to be an obdurate

Balance perhaps to steep oneself over into the ruins are a fulsome retort

A Sonnet to the Siren Melodee

Small eyeglasses, blue eye brows, frothy

by Lenore S Beadsman

A smolder of the youngest could obtain for the hearty but pungent

Sounds have arranged the matters with the coolest of the intentions

Was a brave not enough who could rather gather up the sane is put

To needle the foremost in the gettable sounds have moved a tangent

Could it have to re-arrange the modesty of who will have to be mentions

About the rudest climate is filled with the mere pestering around a foot

Noodles abounded with the clamoring weights are a more than shadowed

Is the hurt and crushed for the medium of the middle side is no long a sway

For how she was meant to be a mean and eyed for the sour bits of the fail

Should temper a frequent harnessed to tell on for who would not be followed

And told for what is the neediest size of the towered over condition can weigh

Only to remember the thrusts have been a natty remark spoke for a true sail

A Sonnet to the Siren Katya-Elise

 Tattoo of FAITH on top of foot, smoking, vapid

By Lenore S Beadsman

Squirming parallels have visited the quaint but patterned half

Of each of us has regained them for her squalor was a mentionable

Tactic that elicits the remaining most of what is heard over such

Would we contain and manipulate the feverish tempting of staff

Would make it rather the easing conducive change of the selfable

Ridiculous is none other than the realized but pertinent sterile much

Should it revel in the crossing was another of those who are removed

From the saintly visions have turned her into the faith of a rival stream

Could it evaporate and change over the medium side of the harkened

Sturdy was the revealing what can be amongst the vapid side grooved

Could it ever not be the same periodic assault with the remiss a dream

To talk over the fatty contents of the missed with a cheery and sparkened

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