Pop Sonnet #2710

Remember what is to pass
That loss of things you had
When there is charged to a fast
Game of making mad

The only type of pressure mount
Is to lock the memory found
To pair up with the heavy fount
And look for things around

The day we press upon the hilt
Will bring us to the dictation
Of a story picture built
Along with infatuation

That you have felt for those two women
There is one way to be swimming

Pop Sonnet #2711

So cold and damp the places lie
And stir up anarchy
Beneath the chords that do decry
The feeling that there is a fee

For behaving like you should
When heartless enters out
The history has been made good
By years of figuring the route

Of the scripture circumventing
By the wayside for a loss
That kept up all with preventing
Society is across

That only way to get the head
Company is always bred

Pop Sonnet #2712

When I am squeezed out and dry
From pushing for the pen
The only thing that makes us try
Is to just start up begin

To learn about the crossed out word
That they will never read
And drive back making lives all stirred
The impetus you need

And the epiphany arises
From the soaked up ashes
That will wear many disguises
When suffering the lashes

There is no proof that this will make
The type of time we seem to take

Pop Sonnet #2713

No longer cornered by the cross
The feeling you came back
When they have all been for the sauce
That makes you feel the rack

And if there are a few more plans
To bring back all that you need
To take the certain fire cans
And place them in the lead

Of a death that presses on
To the plan of wealth
To just figure where I've gone
And love you feeling stealth

That is the more you will ever know
About the reason that I glow

Pop Sonnet #2714

If everything works into a plan
That you have made with friends
Be wary of the fan
That pushed you to the bends

When I have made a fleeting wane
Behind the lightning switch
The one that kept you all from pain
That suffering will ditch

The pressure to ignore the span
Of empty games at last
The one that takes when he can
About to bet the chaste

Will fly open immediately for
A chance to help out the poor

Pop Sonnet #2715

Just keeping pressing the button keys
That appear in different formats
That will take on perfect threes
To keep them on the doormats

That they will find a welcome cue
To responsibility that makes
For feelings that there are new
Types of wicked aches

That will test you all the time
And steal back your found bliss
To honor when there is a crime
Of what was all left in the list

That you knew you should have never made
Now the truth has been reweighed

Pop Sonnet #2716

Out of a simple cursed out tail
The provisions that erase
The jealous time spent on sail
For what we have to face

And rain on me with your letter
Please return my call
There are ways to get better
But I seem to fall

Back into the lonely pattern
Of a poem that perpetuates
When we feel the older Saturn
Beneath the gilded weights

That press down on the feeling
When information is dealing

Pop Sonnet #2717

Now I retrieve another note
From your dresser stead
To get upon the herding float
That went to wait for bread

In line with frozen courses here
Now will you take my hand
For to be among the peer
That helped you understand

When I have given more to them
That they have ever asked
But for now I'm growing dim
Among the frightened tasked

To be around when I can crave
The older ways to behave

Pop Sonnet #2718

And if you speculate the count
Of walking to the center
To give back the exact amount
And be brave out in the Winter

There are reasons to lay the keys down
And sometimes they awaken
To the second pass for the renown
And always seem less shaken

Than the days when arriving
To the port so clear
Try to say you were thriving
Just on open fear

That could have waited for the head
There was so much feeling of dread

Pop Sonnet #2719

When making it to the bottom daily
Of a pressured session
To write about the final scaly
Fish that came a threshing

To the driven open mouth
The one that left you wet
In faith we should travel south
And leave them to the bet

Where I have made a turn for goals
That seem to escape me
And if there are a bit of coals
Then we can hit the tree

That catches cold from windy days
Makes the smoke blow past the ways