D/s sonnets

[MG_cleo]

For some time now i have been writing sonnets, based on the d/s lifestyle..

Heres a couple I though I would share. My ambition is that one day i will have enough to create a proper book of D/s Poetry. A sonnet (in the classic Shakespearian style) is 14 lines, each of 10 syllables, the first 3 groups of 4 lines rhyme in the style ABAB, and the last 2 lines rhyme together.

I believe that sonnets should be spoken out loud to be most effective, because the rhythm is as important as the rhymes.

Quid Pro Quo

How did these lives become so intertwined?
That one without the other cannot breathe
Should one then leave the other undermined?
Without a love to share the summer’s breeze
What is it sets you free when you submit
To yield ones will to Master’s given pain
And suffer actions only He permits
To lose this is like cutting deep the vein
The blood within will course so long as this
Exchange of power is kept between us each
But should the interaction fall amiss
That perfect harmony is then impeached
Should others see us they might never know
Our interaction happens quid pro quo

*Quid pro quo: something for something; that which a party
receives (or is promised) in return for something he does or gives or promises


The Punishment

She waits upon her Master’s scathing words
With sharp intake of breath she feels the pain
And shivers at the wrath she has incurred
The mental anguish of her present shame
He stands above her holding high the cane
The thinnest shaft of rattan he possessed
The blows rain down exploding in her brain
And even then she must not make protest
For as the pain recedes into her tears
She waits for Him to call that final halt
He whispers quiet and soft into her ear
That she must now accept she was at fault
For if he did not take the painful course
Their lifestyle choice could never be endorsed

[ThisYouWillDo]

More, please.

I have always found sonnets so hard to write, but you do it very well.



TYWD

[MG_cleo]

my poetry site can be found at:

http://www.poetry.seekers.org.uk

enjoy!!!

[ThisYouWillDo]

thanks

[gagged_Louise]

This is one I scratched out for Iron Poet Challenge at the Games board:

His voice as sweet as silk and wine
brought us to this golden meadow
for joys he left unsaid - oh
the pleasure to be one called "mine".

Down the glowing dusky line
of a footpath shining pink and blue
I hurried through the dark, to say anew
I was his slut. He met me by the Serpentine

Amongst the grass so velveteen
I faced Master, who on the phone
had promised me "It won't be seen"

He came forth and kissed me to the bone
then promised to brand me in between
my privates. "so you, my dear, won't be blown

off course, and will always know who's your Own."

The Serpentine is the lake in Hyde Park, London, of course.

[his_delilah (GS)]

I love those sonnets MG_cleo. Especially the first one.
The poem just describes what I can´t explain to ´vanilla people´.
Thanks for sharing.

[sub-butterfly]

lovely sonnets, thank you