#nonet

[poppiesandpromises]

Maybe the time is wearing thin now

The minutes all wander so fast

The clock is condescending

Footprints fade in the sand

I'm turning away

Soft and tender

This twilight

Is the

End

[autometaphorical]

mania • September 2025 (edited in April 2026)

[lesser-known-composers]

Rudolf Karel (1880-1945) - Nonet, Op. 11 - Allegro con fuoco · ·

Panochovo kvarteto - členové · Pavel Nejtek

[beet-feet]

I wanted to see if I could blend 2 forms of poetry, so here is a little acrostic nonet.

[naturallyteal]

Summer Apple

A nonet for the prompt “Summer” for GOetry Monday

@goodomensafterdark

(9) Shall I compare you to the summer?

(8) You are more ardent, fierce and hot!

(7) I melt in you like ice cream,

(6) let your heat seep through me,

(5) boneless beneath you.

(4) Tempt me, Summer,

(3) apple red,

(2) neath sky-

(1) blue!

“He couldn't see why people made such a fuss about people eating their silly old fruit anyway, but life would be a lot less fun if they didn't. And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it. “

~ book!GoodOmens

Aziraphale (who’s sky-blue-eyed POV this poem is in) may carefully, lovingly mock the first two lines of the world’s most famous sonett (18) by Shakespeare:

„Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.“

[angie-words]

It's another Five Words Good Omens-themed poetry challenge from @whickberstreetwriters!

Using the words astray, dust, laugh, sigh and smoke, I've done another nonet from Crowley's POV 💜

Caution, Still

In the dawning, the noon sun, the twilight sighs

In the daybreak, the dreaming, the stardust night

your laugh races, embraces, swooping around me,

like a white plume of smoke

I choke; hold my tongue -

astray I should stay.

Yet I'm forever

drawn to

you.

[di-42-poems]

I wrote this poem for tumblr GOetry Monday. The form was a nonet and the prompt was Summer. I didn't feel very poetic, as such. This is the result.

I Still Wish

That summer six thousand years ago

The summer we met on the wall

I had a fucking heat stroke

'T was no sun or ill fate

To set me aflame

Just angel gaze

I still wish

I got

Laid

[salovie]

If I only had one “I love you”

and my whole long life to give it,

I’d give it to you today.

A hasty, precious choice,

but you should know that

my perfect joy

is soft, blue,

close to

you.