a sonnet for sunken ships (and all the bridges that burn)

today's poem

at times, i wish my eyes had only seen
horizon's haze of darkened clouds instead
ignored the sirens calling so serene
and burnt the bridge that carried off the dead
but i did not, and borne from what we hate
come roses blooming, bloodstains on the dirt
in time, they reach the same destructive fate
and we, the lowly seekers, reach the hurt
the heart we wear upon our sleeves is broke
with every tear, the stitches hold less deep
as time moves on, we try to quell the smoke
of fire raging just before we sleep

at times, i think we're better off as friends
but god, i hope the tempest never ends

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This is impressive writing. Sonnets are difficult, I've tried them and you Casper say you are 19, so I say to you well done. A relationship that resembles a tempest. I say brave man, I would be running in the opposite direction. Rich in language and meaning. First of yours I have read.

Chris

[Casper Alixander]

thank you so much! actually, i love my relationship. just because it's tough, doesn't mean it isnt worth it!

[Chris Shaw]

:)) Good for you, as long as you have that attitude you won't give up at the first hurdle.

[¿]

Well I love poetic versed poems...but I hardly can write the way....but glad that I can read..as like yours here!!
Relationships may taken care with all possible soft and steady....too delicate I guess...like crisps...crunchy but creacky!!
May the tempest be they way you want....
Twas nice read☺

[Casper Alixander]

thank you so much for your comment!