Pop Sonnet #3180

Take it from me she was feeling bad
And there was nothing really to say
Except that I knew the way we had
Memories from all the day

That was springing into a form
Of rising and collapsing metaphysics lost
To be along with the next type norm
Would have to had someone in cost

Where I could spring illusion on the trip
When I miss a meeting or two
Sometimes I get to the tip
And come back anywhere for you

To misuse the only straight arrow
And climb back into the wheelbarrow

Pop Sonnet #3181

I didn't know what could be done
And now there is no time to make
A feeling that I was the one
To be the last of the take

So forgive me for personalizing
The only way I know to grieve
Will be the rationalizing
And next time you will have to leave

The man served his relevance claim
To be back in a bed for his last
But I will remember the same
When I knew of the way back in cast

The only time I get the surface letter
Is to last a bit of it better

Pop Sonnet #3182

In awhile there will be more pain
And we all will feel a bit shocked
When he is come out of the rain
And inside the door it is locked

When we remove this from the fire
It will be as hot as can get
Where I have been turning the wire
And we look it up in a bet

Where feelings collide
And bullets join along
The next up open side
And take a million to stay strong

And all I would do is wait for this
Feeling that it all will miss

Pop Sonnet #3183

In time they will see what to do
As long as the object is clear
Where elevates lift unto you
The knowing about what to steer

Back to the form in the session
While others were burning within
And felt it up to a lesson
Where I could wait and see in

While you were checking it out
There was nothing that we could do
Let it all turn around doubt
To make it in time for two

Because the time seems so surreal
Next time I know how I'll feel

Pop Sonnet #3184

You will believe in the priest
That takes up time in a sport
For what is now among least
Will return into a port

And anything I once have learned
Will come to practice in art
Because where existing has burned
Every last thing in the start

That came along when we were ready
And looked for anything to match
Where suddenly someone is heady
And now will open the catch

That is buried along with a dozen
It was good to see my cousins

Pop Sonnet #3185

What if I never could stop
And wrote so many days of the year
Time will tell of the drop
And fabricate next to the leer

And well wishing feelings are good
Because we need family close
Tell me about what I should
Have already wanted who knows

And there is a style to preach
Among the guide to a right
The way you always will teach
And nothing is left in the night

Where we get together and laugh
There is about something to staff

Pop Sonnet #3186

And you will enjoy a long comfort
Of time to shred the paper collection
When I have published the court
Will suddenly disappear complexion

And in awhile I will see
If anything is left at all
Because when apart from the glee
There is still someone in the wall

That reaches out to take a drink
And stops at the fountain in the room
Where something has spelled the word think
And there is forever the loom

Where I take a magnet to spring
And tie it up right to the thing

Pop Sonnet #3187

Nothing in the world is slowing me down
Not anything keeps me from writing
Because I know I have built a town
And a city will grow up like lightning

And all will be asked to return
A bit of the wine that was tapped
To be around for a burn
And came to see all that had rapped

Along with a turn of the key
And melting along for the door
That could be going to be
Another mouth along for

The ride that never wants to stop
Next time you will have the crop

Pop Sonnet #3188

So I am getting in numbers
Still thousands lingering on
That you were liking the lumbers
Falling back to the gone

Where I have collected eternal
The price when I make for your love
And wonder if there is some journal
That is written in the skies above

Where heaven comes crashing to Earth
And blooms the joy all around
Next time you will know the worth
Of every natural sound

Right now I hear tapping of keys
And that is what creates the please

Pop Sonnet #3189

I don't know how far I'd be
If there was some other combination
Of a relevant flee
That came about among libations

That were raised over heads so complete
Where we could see another road ahead
And after all there was the seat
And locked into things all instead

To be back among you for certain
There couldn't be more for a cross
That hung over everything hurting
The day that the sin was over the loss

And after it was over all was forgiven
That would be a way to be living