Sonnet Poems
#sonnet
Sonnet poems have fourteen lines, and may conform to a number of different formal rhyme schemes. Sonnet poems typically have ten syllables per line.
Rew
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 1:07pm
13th Dec 2024 1:07pm
A Tribute
Is there a finer way to pay tribute
other than the form they have made their own
singing songs to courtly Spinet and Lute
and if wrath grows then blasts of Trumpets blown.
There is great wealth in writes couched in past terms
linked to sleeping blooms where rhyme came of age,
and they in turn looked to their past and yearned
and this, by hap, ere the first paper page?
They build on legends just as Shakespeare did
the one great change lay in that of degree, ...
other than the form they have made their own
singing songs to courtly Spinet and Lute
and if wrath grows then blasts of Trumpets blown.
There is great wealth in writes couched in past terms
linked to sleeping blooms where rhyme came of age,
and they in turn looked to their past and yearned
and this, by hap, ere the first paper page?
They build on legends just as Shakespeare did
the one great change lay in that of degree, ...
#respect
#sonnet
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Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 00:00am
11th Oct 2024 00:00am
Angels
(Fia Naturie/Billy Snagg)
I cannot compare thee to anything.
One look stops the very air that I breathe.
As angels kiss lips as soft as dew, sing,
For all that I yearn will make me believe.
And I carry on musing just the same,
Through life's tribulations, dancing a tune.
Loving each other, there can be no shame,
Proceeding in time to the sound of June.
Now when I think back to those pastures ripe -
Carefree and joyous for all we were worth,
Even on days we would carry a gripe -
Still you're my sunshine, my heaven on...
I cannot compare thee to anything.
One look stops the very air that I breathe.
As angels kiss lips as soft as dew, sing,
For all that I yearn will make me believe.
And I carry on musing just the same,
Through life's tribulations, dancing a tune.
Loving each other, there can be no shame,
Proceeding in time to the sound of June.
Now when I think back to those pastures ripe -
Carefree and joyous for all we were worth,
Even on days we would carry a gripe -
Still you're my sunshine, my heaven on...
#love
#motivational
#relationships
#respect
#sonnet
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Rew
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 1:22pm
25th Sep 2024 1:22pm
There's Nothing New...
Like most folk I am not very saintly
and thinking that was struck by a dark thought,
about bibles and who's on the jury,
sifting evidence when I'm dead, in court.
For young life things found out, I got grounded,
or had privileges summarily stopped,
but that's for stuff mostly caught red-handed
there's more things that'll get Ma, truly shocked.
So, that's the thing, on Dread Judgement Day,
I'm gonna be stuffed when my crimes are read out
watching Ma turn pale then a sickly gray
unless, of...
and thinking that was struck by a dark thought,
about bibles and who's on the jury,
sifting evidence when I'm dead, in court.
For young life things found out, I got grounded,
or had privileges summarily stopped,
but that's for stuff mostly caught red-handed
there's more things that'll get Ma, truly shocked.
So, that's the thing, on Dread Judgement Day,
I'm gonna be stuffed when my crimes are read out
watching Ma turn pale then a sickly gray
unless, of...
#sonnet
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Rew
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 10:34pm
22nd Sep 2024 10:34pm
A Closed Door.
I was keen to be a part of things when young
like when I dragged a tinker to our door,
shrieking " he'll mend holes in your pans, Mum! Mum!"
then soon found, we were viewed as strange and, poor...
Or the guy hawking things to thread needles
and bribing kids with sweets and gay balloons,
" Quick, you want ribbons, go tell your peoples
the Sewing-Man's here and you'll have those, soon..."
There's not much for the likes of me these days
no rag and bone folk ringing big brass bells,
with us begging for rides on...
like when I dragged a tinker to our door,
shrieking " he'll mend holes in your pans, Mum! Mum!"
then soon found, we were viewed as strange and, poor...
Or the guy hawking things to thread needles
and bribing kids with sweets and gay balloons,
" Quick, you want ribbons, go tell your peoples
the Sewing-Man's here and you'll have those, soon..."
There's not much for the likes of me these days
no rag and bone folk ringing big brass bells,
with us begging for rides on...
#memories
#sonnet
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Rew
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 8:23pm
4th Sep 2024 8:23pm
Ten thousand years to write
A stick of burnt wood mashed in a stone cup
mixed to a thin paste with some cuckoo spit,
then draw scenes on hidden cave walls, high up,
those will last ten thousand years, within it.
Don't stop there, add china-clay and get gray,
or china-clay on its own and get white,
then the artist can picture night and day
and with flickering flame show birds in flight.
So electrifying to find such things
those reds and yellows right beneath their feet,
and it's from there, I see, that our art springs
and down ten thousand years, or more,...
mixed to a thin paste with some cuckoo spit,
then draw scenes on hidden cave walls, high up,
those will last ten thousand years, within it.
Don't stop there, add china-clay and get gray,
or china-clay on its own and get white,
then the artist can picture night and day
and with flickering flame show birds in flight.
So electrifying to find such things
those reds and yellows right beneath their feet,
and it's from there, I see, that our art springs
and down ten thousand years, or more,...
#historical
#inspirational
#sonnet
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 5:10am
4th Sep 2024 5:10am
To Write a Sonnet or Not to Write
To write a sonnet or not to write…tight
The question is...can you stick to the form?
If you do participate in this rite…right
Then you best be prepared for a brain...storm
Old Shakespeare used to spill his ink with ease
For some it takes years to improve the art
But to be clear it’s not always a breeze
When the rhymed lines come straight from the heart
You just have to practice and exercise
While you’re at it add some wordplay and pun
Proofread and comprise, edit and revise
Then you’ll see composing sonnets is fun
...
The question is...can you stick to the form?
If you do participate in this rite…right
Then you best be prepared for a brain...storm
Old Shakespeare used to spill his ink with ease
For some it takes years to improve the art
But to be clear it’s not always a breeze
When the rhymed lines come straight from the heart
You just have to practice and exercise
While you’re at it add some wordplay and pun
Proofread and comprise, edit and revise
Then you’ll see composing sonnets is fun
...
#rhyming
#sonnet
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Rew
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 4:50pm
3rd Sep 2024 4:50pm
I'm not cutout for these...
Jack the Ripper was a well known cutter
(that should read infamous but it don't fit,
or Christian Barnard, I heard mutter,
" damn, this heart's too big, I'll shave off a bit."
And there's been lots of footpads and cutthroats
wielding bludgeons, saps and straight-edge-razors,
from Lands-End to way, way, past John-o-Groats
now roads are boring but, a bit safer?
So, those are things I'm not cutout to be
and my diction will never be cut-glass,
raising me higher than cute...
(that should read infamous but it don't fit,
or Christian Barnard, I heard mutter,
" damn, this heart's too big, I'll shave off a bit."
And there's been lots of footpads and cutthroats
wielding bludgeons, saps and straight-edge-razors,
from Lands-End to way, way, past John-o-Groats
now roads are boring but, a bit safer?
So, those are things I'm not cutout to be
and my diction will never be cut-glass,
raising me higher than cute...
#sonnet
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Rew
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 7:29pm
2nd Sep 2024 7:29pm
Sepiia
Cuttlebones are found in budgie cages
where pretty-polly is seen pecking one,
used as gem polisher down the ages
and came from some poor cuttlefish's tum.
That beastie gave up this bone with its ghost
and pretty-pollies benefit from this,
Cephalopod, with eight arms, at the most,
swimming oceans, a mollusc, not a fish...
My grandmother would've known well, such stuff,
their education was wide and thorough,
but perhaps wondered how life vanished,...
where pretty-polly is seen pecking one,
used as gem polisher down the ages
and came from some poor cuttlefish's tum.
That beastie gave up this bone with its ghost
and pretty-pollies benefit from this,
Cephalopod, with eight arms, at the most,
swimming oceans, a mollusc, not a fish...
My grandmother would've known well, such stuff,
their education was wide and thorough,
but perhaps wondered how life vanished,...
#sonnet
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 8:16pm
1st Sep 2024 8:16pm
Defeated
What have I seen?
not actually sure
a losing team
is there a cure?
Batters could not hit
pitcher let up many runs
balls popping out of mitts
fans annoyed; this was no fun
No hope for them
fans have gone away
behind by 10
maybe some other day
Fans today were shedding tears
future days may bring applause & cheers
not actually sure
a losing team
is there a cure?
Batters could not hit
pitcher let up many runs
balls popping out of mitts
fans annoyed; this was no fun
No hope for them
fans have gone away
behind by 10
maybe some other day
Fans today were shedding tears
future days may bring applause & cheers
#disappointment
#hope
#rhyming
#sonnet
#sports
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Rew
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 6:14pm
20th Aug 2024 6:14pm
A Mother's Time
Such a wealth of timepieces we command
all accurate down to the Nth degree,
some on wrist and some clutched in hopeful hands
but it's the same rigid time that we see.
I like the tick-tock of my wind-up clock
with its stylised Arabic numbers,
my brass and tin time machine takes me back
to when luminous hands watched my slumbers.
I didn't need clocks, of course, what kid did,
Ma's magic would tell the passing hours,
" Time for school!" " Lunch time!" and " It's time for...
all accurate down to the Nth degree,
some on wrist and some clutched in hopeful hands
but it's the same rigid time that we see.
I like the tick-tock of my wind-up clock
with its stylised Arabic numbers,
my brass and tin time machine takes me back
to when luminous hands watched my slumbers.
I didn't need clocks, of course, what kid did,
Ma's magic would tell the passing hours,
" Time for school!" " Lunch time!" and " It's time for...
#family
#memories
#mother #sonnet
#mother #sonnet
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Rew
Poem Published
15th Aug 2024 7:18pm
15th Aug 2024 7:18pm
Time & gravity
Time was, once, good to me, it gave me growth,
from that which was wizened soon blossomed out
and bloomed with straight, lithe, limbs, nothing loath
I seized youth's rain like a lawn, in a drought.
But gravity, now, weighs heavy on me
and tries to slough from my bones, flesh and skin,
so that everything sags to some degree
now me's not me on my picture, within...
So, I'll hide behind my Spanish maiden
she who can write right for cherub or imp,
and hope she's leans toward angel not satan
cos at times she's a cheeky...
from that which was wizened soon blossomed out
and bloomed with straight, lithe, limbs, nothing loath
I seized youth's rain like a lawn, in a drought.
But gravity, now, weighs heavy on me
and tries to slough from my bones, flesh and skin,
so that everything sags to some degree
now me's not me on my picture, within...
So, I'll hide behind my Spanish maiden
she who can write right for cherub or imp,
and hope she's leans toward angel not satan
cos at times she's a cheeky...
#sonnet
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Rew
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 9:08pm
4th Jul 2024 9:08pm
Willed from Bed
History makes it all sound so tidy with,
' Shakespeare's will writ four weeks before he's dead,'
where their first, best-bed, used, goes to Judith
and Anne gets their brand-new, second, best-bed...
I'm having a laugh, of course, it's dread stuff,
I'm just gonna will mine on this hospice,
before they get picky and take the huff
at my junk and think I'm taking the piss...
My will's a paltry thing, just a gesture,
from my mouth to clean up all my loose ends,
I've spent a life cleaning up so for sure
I know what goes...
' Shakespeare's will writ four weeks before he's dead,'
where their first, best-bed, used, goes to Judith
and Anne gets their brand-new, second, best-bed...
I'm having a laugh, of course, it's dread stuff,
I'm just gonna will mine on this hospice,
before they get picky and take the huff
at my junk and think I'm taking the piss...
My will's a paltry thing, just a gesture,
from my mouth to clean up all my loose ends,
I've spent a life cleaning up so for sure
I know what goes...
#sonnet
#TruthOfLife
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