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
19th Feb 2025 8:23pm
19th Feb 2025 8:23pm
As If?
He carries round his window cleaning gear
whistling some well known bohemian air,
wears gold earrings, (street cred' is now so dear,)
and runs up ladders like his bedroom stairs.
Tanned and sleek, full of self-confident wealth,
he growls, '' you're next !" (in hope to hear a purr?)
rippling muscles, bouncing around with health,
with a chest full of lush, gorilla, fur...
He cleans windows like an athletic cat
stalks those streets, an animal on the hunt,
but I know the repertoire, all the chat,
and the sleazy way he says...
whistling some well known bohemian air,
wears gold earrings, (street cred' is now so dear,)
and runs up ladders like his bedroom stairs.
Tanned and sleek, full of self-confident wealth,
he growls, '' you're next !" (in hope to hear a purr?)
rippling muscles, bouncing around with health,
with a chest full of lush, gorilla, fur...
He cleans windows like an athletic cat
stalks those streets, an animal on the hunt,
but I know the repertoire, all the chat,
and the sleazy way he says...
#sonnet
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Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:47pm
13th Feb 2025 3:47pm
So Richly Chased...
Too few torrid tales our past could now tell
if we could just play 'Do you remember?'
but such astounding things they'd ring love's bell
round the cosmos's last, dying ember...
And oh, how fiercely rich, our brief time came,
that all Titans' black oil could not purchase
these memories, Fort Knox's gold, mere grain
compared to your dream, here, so richly chased.
But as our brief life reaches its full height
the deepest sleep descends to quench our schemes,
when time starts to stick in its sneaky knife
I...
if we could just play 'Do you remember?'
but such astounding things they'd ring love's bell
round the cosmos's last, dying ember...
And oh, how fiercely rich, our brief time came,
that all Titans' black oil could not purchase
these memories, Fort Knox's gold, mere grain
compared to your dream, here, so richly chased.
But as our brief life reaches its full height
the deepest sleep descends to quench our schemes,
when time starts to stick in its sneaky knife
I...
#sonnet
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MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 3:48pm
21st Jan 2025 3:48pm
Unforgettable
I wonder, myself whom I venerate
The voice of my heart if loud fair enough!
The hive of my life I strive to relate
Aspire to unleash my wonders, seems tough.
To craft a soul of light, creed of the core
The quest for mines of gems never shall end
The harsh thrusts I’ve learned not to deplore
For every stance there shall be a firm stand.
Pearly prints along your path, your voice carve
Sound sounds are seized and unforgettable
Medallions feeding souls to never starve
The bliss is a blessing increasable.
Sowing abiding...
The voice of my heart if loud fair enough!
The hive of my life I strive to relate
Aspire to unleash my wonders, seems tough.
To craft a soul of light, creed of the core
The quest for mines of gems never shall end
The harsh thrusts I’ve learned not to deplore
For every stance there shall be a firm stand.
Pearly prints along your path, your voice carve
Sound sounds are seized and unforgettable
Medallions feeding souls to never starve
The bliss is a blessing increasable.
Sowing abiding...
#admiration
#learning
#sonnet
#spiritual
#strength
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Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 1:25pm
7th Jan 2025 1:25pm
Little spring-lamb...
I remember being a new-born lamb
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease
old ones seemed to roam...
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease
old ones seemed to roam...
#sonnet
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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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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
219 reads
15 Comments
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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2 Comments
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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