Pop Sonnet #6320

Every lock upon the inch
Where mutiny still leads back
And every moment that they wrench
Was already full the tact

Was about to look into a full on paradox
And wonders why they left
When there was a perfect running box
And extra in the heft

When you can write to see the sun
And reach beyond the belief of all
The way to go toward the one
When you were there running fall

There could be a harness with the completion
Let alone what happened in depletion

Pop Sonnet #6321

Every single word counts but that will form a line
To get to the end of the book unscathed
Would be about where the brain divines
To be the one that bathed

And when you ask me for the hope
There is a curtain unveiling
And when there is motion rope
The curses were all paling

In comparison to the wish
That was scraping on through time
About to learn about the kiss
That she left me with the rhyme

And I could not have made you any happier
Unless you were about to motion to me even scrappier

Pop Sonnet #6322

Not sure if I held your hand
When you sat close to my seat
And there is a perfect door stand
When you look back into heat

And I know that you have moments lost
The course of illustration grain
There was a bit of the cost
And when you stand the pain

The experiment did not open when
The purposeful adjusting
When the license had just been
The door returned to trusting

And I could use up any word
The more often that you heard

Pop Sonnet #6323

Whatever compelled me to write on
When ideas were colliding
And nothing was just holding strong
To be the compromise hiding

The difficulty of the whim
Is that I am stuck in light
And when the progress grim
Was about to fight

Which really for me is never slow
The mutiny in the boundless flow
And whether you would have to go
And make me learn the other show

Which really was a break in form
I wish it would get all warm

Pop Sonnet #6324

And if you were to trail the last
Which leads me to the reason
That was heading down so fast
And courage in the freezing

And now you look into my age
Where sympathy was kicked
The rebel in the floating mage
That made us all seem tricked

And I am still under pressure everyday
And that will not relieve
The courage when you go my way
Steady with the grieve

That was about to overtake
The corner was the way to break

Pop Sonnet #6325

And even if I skipped the goal
The plan is in the action
Where you could be my skull
To lead us into traction

The glowing object of the bluff
That never pushed her back
When you looked at all the rough
To push me around the stack

Which really if we could now play
There is time to teach
The notion that you must weigh
Which leads us to the beach

And even if I ran the mile
The corporate turns back this style

Pop Sonnet #6326

The clock stares me down and I will run
Into the pot that mixes charms
And to take the object one
That came into my arms

And well when turns will crash
The firmer will be attacking
The former still will lash
When wells were all backing

And now I am ready in the clip
Where pushes fold the circle light
And when you see the whip
There is more than white

The force that takes me down the chain
And grabs a few ounces of stain

Pop Sonnet #6327

And if I can run into your head
The mixed up feelings of the free
That will be all that you were said
When you return the company

And that focus will right the wrong
When pulling down on the rope
When you are given absolutely songs
That will increase your hope

There is nothing I could do
To get to the bottom of the trail
Which makes a potion crew
That floats into the sail

Which really for me is all I read
Would you make it back instead

Pop Sonnet #6328

And I will smell the edge of burns
To be among the rest
There is a hill above the turns
That gave you my whole best

And when you pushed us all aside
There is a patience to invite
That was where you took the guide
And settled to the right

Which may have had naysayers
But went into work so willed
That whatever could be prayers
Were here already filled

That was why I got to unpack
The style in the motion slack

Pop Sonnet #6329

That is why I come to you
With your beautiful countenance aside
That intelligence that flows so through
There are object so derived

That I could play a tune so quick
And hopefully settle scores
To be among the final pick
And fold it up in stores

The machine will have to work again
And I am getting stronger
There are objects to sell when
The poem gets even longer

And I would pray that it still runs
Running short of Christmas funds