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.
Aftermath's Absolution
The sun only rises when we both fall
Entwined bloody in a wrathful resolve
After all I only want your fury
Buried in your light with planets burning
The moon, your servant musing my mind
Between ballet and a respite requite
I write black oceans to guide your blue skies
Filling horizons, disguising lies
The dawn which you gave is cold, misleading
Enslaved star on the dusk of your evening
You make me wish I were a tidal wave
Force of nature born from a beggars trade
The sunset belittles the sunrise dirge
Both...
Entwined bloody in a wrathful resolve
After all I only want your fury
Buried in your light with planets burning
The moon, your servant musing my mind
Between ballet and a respite requite
I write black oceans to guide your blue skies
Filling horizons, disguising lies
The dawn which you gave is cold, misleading
Enslaved star on the dusk of your evening
You make me wish I were a tidal wave
Force of nature born from a beggars trade
The sunset belittles the sunrise dirge
Both...
#love
#dark
#relationships
#sonnet
#SelfReflection
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Ode to the Softness of Her Breasts
The softness of her breasts, a treasure,
A pair of hills that grace her form divine,
Their gentle curves bring peace beyond all measure,
A beauty that could make a man repine.
How fair and pure they are, like virgin snow,
With each touch, a symphony of delight,
A sanctuary where a man might go,
To find solace from the world's bitter plight.
The heavens envy such a wondrous sight,
And nature's creatures pause in hushed delight,
To witness this most exquisite of forms,
And bask in its warm, heavenly light.
The...
A pair of hills that grace her form divine,
Their gentle curves bring peace beyond all measure,
A beauty that could make a man repine.
How fair and pure they are, like virgin snow,
With each touch, a symphony of delight,
A sanctuary where a man might go,
To find solace from the world's bitter plight.
The heavens envy such a wondrous sight,
And nature's creatures pause in hushed delight,
To witness this most exquisite of forms,
And bask in its warm, heavenly light.
The...
#erotic
#sonnet
#sensual #seductive
#sensual #seductive
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Thanks for the battle bra, MidnightSonneteer! A terza rima

#erotic
#sonnet
#gratitude #dirty
#gratitude #dirty
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Ode to Grey Skies
A Sonnet
I write to thee oh beautiful grey skies
Thou has blessed us with plenty of fine rain
Thine sight might be a pain to some sore eyes
Thus I pen this ode but not to complain
Every day thy clouds look a bit scary
Another storm forms filling us with dread
Local news makes us weary and wary
As downpours and floods are surging ahead
So I ask thee oh beautiful grey skies
Please listen to my pleas and humble rhyme
The drawn-out drought has come to a demise
We prayed for rain but not all at the same time
...
I write to thee oh beautiful grey skies
Thou has blessed us with plenty of fine rain
Thine sight might be a pain to some sore eyes
Thus I pen this ode but not to complain
Every day thy clouds look a bit scary
Another storm forms filling us with dread
Local news makes us weary and wary
As downpours and floods are surging ahead
So I ask thee oh beautiful grey skies
Please listen to my pleas and humble rhyme
The drawn-out drought has come to a demise
We prayed for rain but not all at the same time
...
#sky
#rain
#storm #sonnet
#storm #sonnet
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Her Loving Parts.
My love reigns supreme in her loving parts
I see it in her golden eye and smile,
we hasten to each other from being apart
in her furry softness she has no guile.
But she has another place I cannot reach
some secret spot where in her mind she flies,
within there she has no sight or purring speech
If she stays there, then, surely I will die.
I have no choice but to hold her, just so
till eyes flutters open into the light,
and her nose suffused with her golden glow
and again we enjoy our silent night.
My Sally cat and...
I see it in her golden eye and smile,
we hasten to each other from being apart
in her furry softness she has no guile.
But she has another place I cannot reach
some secret spot where in her mind she flies,
within there she has no sight or purring speech
If she stays there, then, surely I will die.
I have no choice but to hold her, just so
till eyes flutters open into the light,
and her nose suffused with her golden glow
and again we enjoy our silent night.
My Sally cat and...
#cats
#sonnet
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Memories of Lesbos
Womanhood has such magic within it
think; Songs of Hestia from her secret dell,
that the feminine in some men is spirited
to strike the shackles off of their man made hell.
It can compel a girl to leave her father's hearth
or a woman vacate her husband's rude bed,
and feel no remorse as they are moved to part
from the false authority of manly heads.
Don't think, Hoplite, those citizen warriors,
grooming each, naked, preparing to die at fight,
but rather think Aphrodite's sacred whores
welcoming little deaths on holy...
think; Songs of Hestia from her secret dell,
that the feminine in some men is spirited
to strike the shackles off of their man made hell.
It can compel a girl to leave her father's hearth
or a woman vacate her husband's rude bed,
and feel no remorse as they are moved to part
from the false authority of manly heads.
Don't think, Hoplite, those citizen warriors,
grooming each, naked, preparing to die at fight,
but rather think Aphrodite's sacred whores
welcoming little deaths on holy...
#men
#sonnet
#humankind
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On the Writing of Sonnets and an Exampled One
Sometimes square words make a reluctant fit
in sonnet's round-holed ten-syllabled line,
I find hammers and razors used, with wit,
can usually shape 'em up, make 'em rhyme.
Then craft them suckers with files and chisels
to hack out drivel, if you crack your thumb
with the hammer then try not to grizzle
but use the pain to exercise mind's tongue,
and write with passion and bloody anger
use the same blood dripping down on your page
do not write with some drab assumed languor
but spit it out, with your hatred and...
in sonnet's round-holed ten-syllabled line,
I find hammers and razors used, with wit,
can usually shape 'em up, make 'em rhyme.
Then craft them suckers with files and chisels
to hack out drivel, if you crack your thumb
with the hammer then try not to grizzle
but use the pain to exercise mind's tongue,
and write with passion and bloody anger
use the same blood dripping down on your page
do not write with some drab assumed languor
but spit it out, with your hatred and...
#sonnet
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The Old Stone Wall
Strange how a stone wall grows to great value
this sight which lacks meaning in passing eyes,
but I played my childhood games in this view
saw me chase, chased, and heard my shrieking cries.
My mother's grandfather played here with mates
as they bounced bamboo hoops or balls to school,
and, likely, stopped to look back from the gates
to see later kids play the self same fool.
There's nothing much left of our vanished past
a few bricks here and there and these old stones
blackened and weather...
this sight which lacks meaning in passing eyes,
but I played my childhood games in this view
saw me chase, chased, and heard my shrieking cries.
My mother's grandfather played here with mates
as they bounced bamboo hoops or balls to school,
and, likely, stopped to look back from the gates
to see later kids play the self same fool.
There's nothing much left of our vanished past
a few bricks here and there and these old stones
blackened and weather...
#sonnet
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Tempest and Aftermath
Association, apex to nadir,
may soften concepts held of others’ fate,
but only if the mind discriminate,
and learn extremes have charlatan and seer.
With crude insight, thoughts fail to fuse, they shear,
the crest, the trough, excesses common trait,
or seem if one won’t differentiate,
then rudderless the waves control and steer.
The calms of norms, once spurned, unveil their charm,
akin to whiling hours in reverie,
but middle ground is too a sought for place.
To guide a ship through storms must raise alarm,
now in dry dock,...
may soften concepts held of others’ fate,
but only if the mind discriminate,
and learn extremes have charlatan and seer.
With crude insight, thoughts fail to fuse, they shear,
the crest, the trough, excesses common trait,
or seem if one won’t differentiate,
then rudderless the waves control and steer.
The calms of norms, once spurned, unveil their charm,
akin to whiling hours in reverie,
but middle ground is too a sought for place.
To guide a ship through storms must raise alarm,
now in dry dock,...
#LifeStruggles
#storm
#fate
#narrative
#sonnet
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Retrospective Realisation
Too long my haze held diagnosis like
some trophy, prize, won in imagined fight.
The scars are real, inflictions haunt my night,
but self, not others, wielded piercing spike.
Construing madness as some well placed strike
I failed to stem my spreading, seeping blight.
My troubled head inverted wrong and right,
then finally found peace with self dislike.
There’s many suffer in so many ways,
these obstacles are there to overcome.
If possible one mitigates the hurt
and each attempt advances and repays,
both those who vocalise,...
some trophy, prize, won in imagined fight.
The scars are real, inflictions haunt my night,
but self, not others, wielded piercing spike.
Construing madness as some well placed strike
I failed to stem my spreading, seeping blight.
My troubled head inverted wrong and right,
then finally found peace with self dislike.
There’s many suffer in so many ways,
these obstacles are there to overcome.
If possible one mitigates the hurt
and each attempt advances and repays,
both those who vocalise,...
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#determination
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Delusional Dissolution
I feel as if all claims I made were sham,
and reconstruct how folk indulged pretence,
so I ignored my stunted lack of sense
whilst spurring fantasies of dreamt elan.
I prided my critique of those who swam,
reflex objection to their competence,
before abuse this morphed into offence;
now even I will pain at who I am.
This coarse reflection could tell truths or lies,
now that mind’s mirror and the mind are cracked,
but better use than blinker inward sight.
I tolerate myself, I don’t despise,
so far preamble, void of worth or...
and reconstruct how folk indulged pretence,
so I ignored my stunted lack of sense
whilst spurring fantasies of dreamt elan.
I prided my critique of those who swam,
reflex objection to their competence,
before abuse this morphed into offence;
now even I will pain at who I am.
This coarse reflection could tell truths or lies,
now that mind’s mirror and the mind are cracked,
but better use than blinker inward sight.
I tolerate myself, I don’t despise,
so far preamble, void of worth or...
#hope
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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One Compared to Many
You motivate yourselves to gain some prize,
I squander time in inactivity,
you seek attention in another’s eyes,
whilst I wish hide from prying scrutiny.
You socialise and form relationships,
I isolate, stagnate as time proceeds,
you sink the draft in one or many sips,
I scupper self, entwined in my own weeds.
You replicate your mould, as it made you,
and I abstain (still voice may not be dumb),
there’s stasis in your aspiration’s view,
just as there is, in how I feel so numb.
So as you clamour, multiply, and thrive,
I pride...
I squander time in inactivity,
you seek attention in another’s eyes,
whilst I wish hide from prying scrutiny.
You socialise and form relationships,
I isolate, stagnate as time proceeds,
you sink the draft in one or many sips,
I scupper self, entwined in my own weeds.
You replicate your mould, as it made you,
and I abstain (still voice may not be dumb),
there’s stasis in your aspiration’s view,
just as there is, in how I feel so numb.
So as you clamour, multiply, and thrive,
I pride...
#sonnet
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