Sonnet # 30

Luis A. Estable 1958 (Oriente, Cuba)

This bed with me and nothing more but me!
This little room so full of my male smell.
I've for a woman's luck deep misery
And no true friends to whom my sadness tell.
My cat so close to the look of a bone.
My clothes the same day after day, I cry!
And when I talk, it's cruel my words' sick tone.
I eat what others throw away, no lie!
Oh, poverty! You really kill with pain.
Yes, freedom's sweet but then no means to live
Is like a world with sun and zero rain.
I'm full of hurt; to earth my tears I give.
He lied who said, "I've never liked had wealth!"
The sadness is that wealth is seen as health
Font size:
Collection  PDF     

Submitted by luisestable1 on September 18, 2023

42 sec read

Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 598
Words 135
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 14

Luis A. Estable

Luis A. Estable, poet for more than twenty years. Single, no children; originally from Cuba. Writes poems in several styles: sonnets, songs, haikus, children's verses, free style verse and more. Has published three books of poetry: " Eighty-Three Sonnets, Book One," Religious, Thirty Sonnets," "My Mind Simply Saying. All of them available on Amazon books. Has degrees from SFCC and EWU. Lives in Spokane, WA. Thinks that poetry is the most compact and beautiful expression known to man, and that a poem never reaches perfection; the work goes one and this is a good advice to keep, especially for young poets. more…

All Luis A. Estable poems | Luis A. Estable Books

4 fans

Discuss the poem "Sonnet # 30" with the community...



    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:


    "Sonnet # 30" STANDS4 LLC, 2023. Web. 30 Sep. 2023. <>.

    Become a member!

    Join our community of poets and poetry lovers to share your work and offer feedback and encouragement to writers all over the world!

    More poems by

    Luis A. Estable


    September 2023

    Poetry Contest

    Join our monthly contest for an opportunity to win cash prizes and attain global acclaim for your talent.



    Are you a poetry master?

    In the Edward Lear poem, which instrument does the Owl play while serenading the Pussy Cat?
    • A. A banjo
    • B. A guitar
    • C. A violin
    • D. A mandolin