Pop Sonnet #3160

Things got quite strange
During last night's dream
Thought I was in range
For a pillar of seams

That came tumbling down
On that old recut metaphor quick
When I am not sure for the noun
Has to fulfill the pick

The one that we chose
Before the daybreak
Which means both are froze
And my body does ache

When I am already figuring out the riddle
Throw another question into the middle

Pop Sonnet #3161

It is not that I wanted to
Take any time off
But it was fronted to
The letter was soft

That ran up and down me
To get me to trace
The feeling of win free
From the outer space

Of a wallop that belted me good
Beside anything I could read
Aloud in the service anyone could
As long as you are in the bleed

When I get a version different from yours
There will be plenty to get on all fours

Pop Sonnet #3162

After the image grows from
A Willing combustion
There are only some
That ask you for instruction

And even though that is the most forced
Of all that I have written yet
There are many thoughts that coursed
Back to where they could get

Actually I am feeling good
Just a little dreamed out
From that house trapped would
Be alright to shout

When I can never predict the wave
Of everything that you could save

Pop Sonnet #3163

So I lost a couple of days
I will make it up later
When I have come to the stays
The way after the hater

That never understood
Anything that we asked
When under the good
The next time was tasked

To be all good in the place I am at
Everything is crashing around me
And look exactly where he sat
The question is the way to be

And if I go breaking ahead of my time
Then anyone can be out for the crime

Pop Sonnet #3164

That was a necessary run
For the wake of the south
That came in from done
And left it in your mouth

To ask me for questions
And giving me the reply
When nothing is best runs
For wondering why

And now I am left here
With hardly to show for
The certain looks all clear
To leave up the more

And now that I am in a complete
Going to have to feature the street

Pop Sonnet #3165

At least I did argue for
The militant act
That ran over more
And remained a fact

Of the wild old blue color dark
That kept me asking for
The wave of a tiny spark
And asked you to store

The rice balls were waning
That ration so clear
To be out the feigning
Got to be the year

That I shared with you for one last breath
Slowly he will reach his death

Pop Sonnet #3166

If anyone reads poetry anymore
They will be in for a treat
Up against the iron door
That offered complete

Satisfaction is in the air
Of a lost cause first thought
That won back the dare
And now you will spot

That only open closet space
The way I did set up the shop
And begins a messed up trace
Of what could please stop

But I have heard the cry of a friend
Telling me someday that even this will end

Pop Sonnet #3167

But not for awhile as so much is blank
Even when the words run together
When I got up I already sank
And not sure what to expect whether

There is a tomorrow that comes
To be already in a mode
Of when we find the sums
And actuate the toad

That asks you for thinking
A game always occurs here
When the last were blinking
And fought back the near

When we ask you for everything wanting
And then turning into the hunting

Pop Sonnet #3168

Even if there are some words to form
Before I can place them in action
There is ever more in the storm
And I have lost all traction

To be able to cross a firmament wide
And now we have ways to go
Unless there is a pit to get fried
At least someday we will know

And after all there is no sudden mouth
That can speak words of the sane
To be as far down as anyone south
And now the question is all the train

And then you go back to the feather launch
And caught up quite later with the staunch

Pop Sonnet #3169

Some days are good and some quite better
But I won't go back and leave a scale
Of which is the one to send in a letter
And waiting for the skin pale

That I looked at with love like a brother
To be actually involved with hope
To me there will never be another
And if you are the only to cope

Because for us now there is a great gap
Between all that we understood now
And lift me up to the top bunk for my nap
Like a baby I curl up and bow

To make no sense like waking from smoke
It is a good thing that I awoke