Jump to content

  • Join Gay Authors

    Join us for free and follow your favorite authors and stories.

Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 

GA Writing Prompts - 61. Poetry Prompt # 10 – Italian Sonnet

Life Cycle

Summer has ended; the season passed by
All flowers wither and the leaves turn brown
And like the leaves, ev’rything must go down
The moment we’re born, we’re destined to die
Bound to decay what delighted the eye
And clad soon enough in a burial gown
Necropolis our life’s pilgrimage town
Where lifelong dreams rest and in ruins lie
I feel tempted to grieve, to fear and dread
I almost forgot what winter will bring
The leaves, now falling, turning brown and red
Will all be back, alive and new, in spring
The leaves aren’t bound to lie forever dead
Life moves in cycles; no end and begin

Dolores Esteban
  • Like 3
Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 
You are not currently following this story. Be sure to follow to keep up to date with new chapters.

Recommended Comments

Chapter Comments

Dolores Esteban
On 11/10/2015 06:32 AM, albertnothlit said:

Now is early Fall and I've found myself having many of these same thoughts as I watch nature's life wane - but wow, this poem puts it so much better. My favorite line is about Necropolis being our life's pilgrimage town... it makes me wonder. Is it a ruined city we'll find when we get there, or a beautiful Utopia?

Many thanks for reading the poem and your feedback. :)

View Guidelines

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now

  • Newsletter

    Sign Up and get an occasional Newsletter.  Fill out your profile with favorite genres and say yes to genre news to get the monthly update for your favorite genres.

    Sign Up
×
×
  • Create New...