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.
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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Prelude to a Sonneteer
Upon window of dusty morn, lay wait
maiden in yonder sleep of yore,
feats harbored beyond aye moated gate
concealing post of labor bore.
Passage haply forests of heavy rule,
brave knights draw guarded approve,
"To be, or not to be", quoth duel,
darkend hearts scape trodden hoove.
Knave maiden stirs, fain toes a'wriggle
ere gentle parley first light of day,
perchance 'gainst trifle rest, hie whistles
bethinks voice, tack about of way.
Warrant sport of wit, thy pate a visage
methinks wot undone, physic...
maiden in yonder sleep of yore,
feats harbored beyond aye moated gate
concealing post of labor bore.
Passage haply forests of heavy rule,
brave knights draw guarded approve,
"To be, or not to be", quoth duel,
darkend hearts scape trodden hoove.
Knave maiden stirs, fain toes a'wriggle
ere gentle parley first light of day,
perchance 'gainst trifle rest, hie whistles
bethinks voice, tack about of way.
Warrant sport of wit, thy pate a visage
methinks wot undone, physic...
#sonnet
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Roll out the Barrel
I think Jill, by now, has got my measure
of how I spirit away time and cash,
scolded for taking a drink at leisure
then get a taste of her tongue, like a lash.
Though it's a rum do I nod and agree
although it does so go against the grain,
but there, bottles, for all the world to see
an' me the tipsy culprit once again.
My corker of a plea ' wet the tot's head?'
spirited her not a bit same as before,
but I keep mild no bitter whining gets said
just bottle up because Jill knows the score.
For I take no...
of how I spirit away time and cash,
scolded for taking a drink at leisure
then get a taste of her tongue, like a lash.
Though it's a rum do I nod and agree
although it does so go against the grain,
but there, bottles, for all the world to see
an' me the tipsy culprit once again.
My corker of a plea ' wet the tot's head?'
spirited her not a bit same as before,
but I keep mild no bitter whining gets said
just bottle up because Jill knows the score.
For I take no...
#sonnet
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Siren's Song (sonnet)
Poetry is a dangerous siren’s song,
That calls the soul towards a chasm deep,
Dulling the mind and making the heart long,
For that which it may touch yet never keep.
A Sonnet is too much the friend of truth,
And leaves no room for self-deluding lies,
It conjures up the honesty of youth,
And artifice through artifice soon dies.
Essential truths will spill onto the page,
Transpiring through the pores of consciousness,
Leaving exposed the battles that we wage,
To build facades of hope for hopelessness.
I can deny the...
That calls the soul towards a chasm deep,
Dulling the mind and making the heart long,
For that which it may touch yet never keep.
A Sonnet is too much the friend of truth,
And leaves no room for self-deluding lies,
It conjures up the honesty of youth,
And artifice through artifice soon dies.
Essential truths will spill onto the page,
Transpiring through the pores of consciousness,
Leaving exposed the battles that we wage,
To build facades of hope for hopelessness.
I can deny the...
#sonnet
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Sonnet to a Friendly Critic
When did she lose touch with my inner heart?
Was it so long ago she held it near?
It was so easy from the very start,
To share it all with one I love so dear.
How can she thumb the pages of my life,
And find fault with the words at every turn?
So easily she crosses out a line,
Ignoring all that from it she could learn.
I smile, she smiles, but does not understand,
And she goes on, perusing through my soul;
In just a moment I will take her hand, ...
Was it so long ago she held it near?
It was so easy from the very start,
To share it all with one I love so dear.
How can she thumb the pages of my life,
And find fault with the words at every turn?
So easily she crosses out a line,
Ignoring all that from it she could learn.
I smile, she smiles, but does not understand,
And she goes on, perusing through my soul;
In just a moment I will take her hand, ...
#disappointment
#frustration
#heartbroken
#sadness
#sonnet
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Such a Lot.
I read comics before this writing lark
not Bunty or Judy, middle-class crap,
but subversive ones were more to my mark
like the Beano's Mini-the-Minx, tough lass.
Or the Dandy, with lanky key-hole Kate,
but she kinda stymied me with her specks,
but though, I was nearer four than Kate's eight,
her Pinocchio nose made me suspect,
She told lies, cos specks would clunk on keyholes
I thought, hugging myself in silent glee,
that's why her nose grows an just me...
not Bunty or Judy, middle-class crap,
but subversive ones were more to my mark
like the Beano's Mini-the-Minx, tough lass.
Or the Dandy, with lanky key-hole Kate,
but she kinda stymied me with her specks,
but though, I was nearer four than Kate's eight,
her Pinocchio nose made me suspect,
She told lies, cos specks would clunk on keyholes
I thought, hugging myself in silent glee,
that's why her nose grows an just me...
#identity
#myself
#sonnet
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Mixing Substances
How not to drink – I learn the trick too slow -
acerbation, and too confrontation,
forgetfulness of grand dispensation,
mistakes against the host, the first to sow.
I take a toxic mixture, which makes grow
deluded speech (like hallucination)
whilst others speak words from lucubration,
I think it makes the wrong impression, though.
Perhaps requirements of a certain faith
require, for me, I don’t see dragon wraith
following toques more akin to hot knives
but have a little cracker, cheese and chives.
I’ve had some weed today to...
acerbation, and too confrontation,
forgetfulness of grand dispensation,
mistakes against the host, the first to sow.
I take a toxic mixture, which makes grow
deluded speech (like hallucination)
whilst others speak words from lucubration,
I think it makes the wrong impression, though.
Perhaps requirements of a certain faith
require, for me, I don’t see dragon wraith
following toques more akin to hot knives
but have a little cracker, cheese and chives.
I’ve had some weed today to...
#addiction
#alcohol
#marijuana
#rhyming
#sonnet
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A Change is as Good as a Rest
I used to stand on issues of the day
to walk, to bus, reducing CO2,
a pescatarian, I was one too,
but now I’ve realised how slight my sway.
When other’s throw environment away
I can’t correct that which the masses skew,
and if they see no wrong in what they do,
I do not lead, when I am waif and stray.
It’s clear you do not wish to be like me,
let me like you, enjoy a BLT,
at least whilst I recover BMI,
then may return to eating pie in sky.
Moral, I never was no Jesus Christ,
it was complex, the way the threads were...
to walk, to bus, reducing CO2,
a pescatarian, I was one too,
but now I’ve realised how slight my sway.
When other’s throw environment away
I can’t correct that which the masses skew,
and if they see no wrong in what they do,
I do not lead, when I am waif and stray.
It’s clear you do not wish to be like me,
let me like you, enjoy a BLT,
at least whilst I recover BMI,
then may return to eating pie in sky.
Moral, I never was no Jesus Christ,
it was complex, the way the threads were...
#environment
#food
#pollution
#rhyming
#sonnet
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Madness is no Excuse
I spell my crimes with ambiguity
in words in poems here on printed page
in doing so, like me, not wise or sage -
I wish attempt explain in poetry.
I think a punishment, a certainty,
it’s sure as fire coincidences rage,
just like my poor formed inner mental cage,
and I would ask, extend not misery.
It may not strike, but I feel penitence,
and grasp the things society resents.
I understand the evil of my ways,
and alibis, no watertight displays.
The cause, insanity, to be quite frank,
the cure, let others judge of...
in words in poems here on printed page
in doing so, like me, not wise or sage -
I wish attempt explain in poetry.
I think a punishment, a certainty,
it’s sure as fire coincidences rage,
just like my poor formed inner mental cage,
and I would ask, extend not misery.
It may not strike, but I feel penitence,
and grasp the things society resents.
I understand the evil of my ways,
and alibis, no watertight displays.
The cause, insanity, to be quite frank,
the cure, let others judge of...
#confessional
#rhyming
#sonnet
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Readjustment's Request
The traits that form a personality
may undergo a fundamental shift
and leave persona and its mind adrift
replace the certain with uncertainty.
Remaining narrative – fragmentary –
the Psyche, it experiences rift,
interaction, much changed, may fail to lift,
a person lacking former levity.
If such a shift is formative, all fine,
(require sound thought and mood to intertwine)
a forward step, instead of stumbling block,
a readjustment to the inner clock.
No doctor, drug, prevents catastrophe,
grant such folk time to...
may undergo a fundamental shift
and leave persona and its mind adrift
replace the certain with uncertainty.
Remaining narrative – fragmentary –
the Psyche, it experiences rift,
interaction, much changed, may fail to lift,
a person lacking former levity.
If such a shift is formative, all fine,
(require sound thought and mood to intertwine)
a forward step, instead of stumbling block,
a readjustment to the inner clock.
No doctor, drug, prevents catastrophe,
grant such folk time to...
#rhyming
#sonnet
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A Day in the Life
Depot of Haloperidol today
and chitchat session with a Mental Nurse.
I promise you I would not wish this curse
on any living person, come what may.
Some music, snooze, a snack, some small delay,
self-medicate on five percent or worse,
with that let’s try and cut the story terse;
I want the mind to function, not decay.
Haste, here come memories of all my sins!
Can I make recompense before begins
The Lord to count, The Devil slyly claim,
the latter stating me not him to blame?
Would any good, the bad intent outweigh?
...
and chitchat session with a Mental Nurse.
I promise you I would not wish this curse
on any living person, come what may.
Some music, snooze, a snack, some small delay,
self-medicate on five percent or worse,
with that let’s try and cut the story terse;
I want the mind to function, not decay.
Haste, here come memories of all my sins!
Can I make recompense before begins
The Lord to count, The Devil slyly claim,
the latter stating me not him to blame?
Would any good, the bad intent outweigh?
...
#alcohol
#boredom
#illness
#rhyming
#sonnet
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Double Jeopardy
The paths of folly and of wisdom meet
once actuality is cast aside -
without a well-formed history as guide
the motive causes cannot be discrete.
A psychiatric record may complete
the judgments that profession needs decide
this does not mean that this will coincide
with commonly held views of man on street.
If public, private life both overlap
a second jury judge with hammer tap
and thus appears a novel Nemesis
making actu’l, if not mental, crisis.
Well, ‘such is life’, we have been heard to say,
we don’t recall it...
once actuality is cast aside -
without a well-formed history as guide
the motive causes cannot be discrete.
A psychiatric record may complete
the judgments that profession needs decide
this does not mean that this will coincide
with commonly held views of man on street.
If public, private life both overlap
a second jury judge with hammer tap
and thus appears a novel Nemesis
making actu’l, if not mental, crisis.
Well, ‘such is life’, we have been heard to say,
we don’t recall it...
#inequality
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#rhyming
#sonnet
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