A “word sonnet” – a modern variation to the classical form:
And a Shakespearean sonnet based on the word sonnet above:
by Chris Biles
These dirty streets have carpets laid for us,
the vacuums used are filled with men’s dead skin,
too full to suck the smut from dawn to dusk,
too worn to clean our world from mortal sin.
These dirty streets, they only lead to doors
all closed to those who will be stoned for thoughts
against the builders of our roads, for wars
they’ve dreamed, but only dreamed and never sought.
We live our desperate lives to roam these streets,
to pick through dusty bones, dead skin, and more,
avoiding traps that no one’s meant to beat,
for us their fish hooks hang from every door.
But doors we’ll pound until our fists all break
to find the secrets builders keep as bait.