Pop Sonnet #6230

Press through the loudness in the stand
Where there was something new
And when you see her in the land
There were ideas there for you

And when you look around at where
The music takes the certainty fresh
And if you really lived right there
I would have found your flesh

But to me it takes a moment to recoil
After being so confident and brave
Where once in awhile ideals toil
To be the one that saves

Which for me is in the written blood pact
There is so much I could have an act

Pop Sonnet #6231

And though I get to the parted cross
And remote thinks there is news born
There we see the greatness loss
Which leads me back to warn

The finishing of plentitude of fate
Where other lovers meet
And we can stay up very late
When out in the cold street

The worst part is I was never sure
Where we stood or what
Was used to calm and cure
That left us feeling shut

The day brings mercy to the hang
Which is after awhile the noiseless bang

Pop Sonnet #6232

If I keep chipping away I will make it there
And rest with me in love for settled
The positive refurbishing wall that scares
The voice was getting nettled

And you know there is no day
To run and hide from storms
The opening has gone that way
And now you know the forms

Which for me were all on straight
And you would have never known
That when the voices pop out late
I would be here alone

And knowing that I wandered on
The great thing is you were here gone

Pop Sonnet #6233

So if I watched for every detail
The glance at a mobile device
That was about to split a rail
And leave us all there twice

The courage that I demonstrate
Which never could have masked
The object that I place on late
Was all around the tasked

Which for me was simple tread
The wall into a fortress
That kept me up with ideas read
That were about to address

The floral scene that fixes fate
Which for now is somewhat late

Pop Sonnet #6234

Sequential and always a clue
Will sparkle off the lock
The energy to get it through
And keep it up to talk

And when you help me to go
The use of heat in Winter
Was to combat what you know
Unless you already sent her

And I guess you will have to think
Back to a year or two ago
When love was on the very brink
And sharpened for the blow

And I for one can push so hard
Unless you take a damaged guard

Pop Sonnet #6235

Nothing particularly flat in vision
The point was that they had been
When you look at the incision
You will live again

And if I took you to practical reality
The voice was settled on the dance
When there were shaken energies
And whatever was the pants

That if I were to shower clean
I think I would find an outfit
Which for me is all the green
That you could place upon it

And if you need me for a view
I would hear the rest of you

Pop Sonnet #6236

I guess there are only a few to watch
The ideas came streaming forward
To be already inside the notch
To looking at things reward

The forcefulness sometimes has bite
Sometimes you fancy dates
Unless you know just where to light
The hiking up of rates

And if you had a mixed up bag
I would have let you call
So you can take the holding mag
And let your burdens fall

Which really would be a great mix
Unless you were the one to fix

Pop Sonnet #6237

Even though I have made more
And things that were alive
Came floating through the hallway door
And stopped when you must drive

And I for one see so much there
Apart from the superficial
And when you have logic care
You could have it sequential

Unless you think there was a part
That played into the sinking
Where taken back into the dart
Was really why I was drinking

And if the day becomes average
I will take a bit of leverage

Pop Sonnet #6238

I really am not sure why here
The ideas seem to burden down
The greatness that will be in gear
Is headed back to town

And I need a counter for the repeats
Just to see the damages
Because the words would be incomplete
At what was left for ravages

And if you think about it fast
You would then maybe agree
What was once the children's past
Is now a mystery

And if I would slam your chair
Unless you were on the air

Pop Sonnet #6239

The good news is that I have won
And no one could stand in my place
Because I made the love so fun
That you cannot lose face

That very choice which clocks amounts
The next time I go rhyme
Will be when there are pages bounced
To check back all the time

And when for you the turn is down
To make me understand the burn
The idea that you have been around
And knowing where to turn

Was in the middle of the tag
And that just makes me want to lag