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.
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Poem Published
Today 11:13am
Today 11:13am
So not
I am going to tell you what love is not.
All stars in the sky your eyes can see.
All salt left after drying the dead sea.
Stone hiding in the flesh of an apricot.
Love's not the echo of a far gun shot.
Is not a meal where all is gluten free.
Autumnal flapping wings all over me.
Not giving away all things you've got.
Is not having dreams took by assault.
Wich bird sings in the glory mornings.
What started fight of thunder and bolt.
love's not count pace of heart beating.
The break in your heart is not my fault. ...
All stars in the sky your eyes can see.
All salt left after drying the dead sea.
Stone hiding in the flesh of an apricot.
Love's not the echo of a far gun shot.
Is not a meal where all is gluten free.
Autumnal flapping wings all over me.
Not giving away all things you've got.
Is not having dreams took by assault.
Wich bird sings in the glory mornings.
What started fight of thunder and bolt.
love's not count pace of heart beating.
The break in your heart is not my fault. ...
#love
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
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Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 8:19pm
4th Feb 2023 8:19pm
Machine Writes.
I bet that Stratford lad, Will, what's his name?
when counting his fame never bemoaned moans,
scoffing bacon sarnies, top of his game,
with his pals hacking plays out of old tomes.
Some say an infinity of monkey
banging typewriters can write the same thing,
and algorithms on new machines, maybe
usurp us rhymers to make poems swing.
So I bang away like old king Canute
in the hope to keep this new tide from my door,
where one presses buttons, get writes to suit,
machines write perfect but I provide flaws.
...
when counting his fame never bemoaned moans,
scoffing bacon sarnies, top of his game,
with his pals hacking plays out of old tomes.
Some say an infinity of monkey
banging typewriters can write the same thing,
and algorithms on new machines, maybe
usurp us rhymers to make poems swing.
So I bang away like old king Canute
in the hope to keep this new tide from my door,
where one presses buttons, get writes to suit,
machines write perfect but I provide flaws.
...
#rhyming
#sonnet
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Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 6:09am
4th Feb 2023 6:09am
AntiVal!
I don't want to be Cupid or Valentine
but be an avenger a righter of wrongs,
and do for those who've crossed the decency line
as I shoot barbs I shall croon my killer song.
And on the list in no particular order
a Carlson, a Trump and a Taylor-Green,
a deSantis, Boebart, the spiteful GOPers
they can all go together, I shan't be too mean.
I shall sharpen up and poison word barbed darts
on democracies stone from which they've drawn blood,
I shall have to be quick before they do more harm
and shoot them off thuggish...
but be an avenger a righter of wrongs,
and do for those who've crossed the decency line
as I shoot barbs I shall croon my killer song.
And on the list in no particular order
a Carlson, a Trump and a Taylor-Green,
a deSantis, Boebart, the spiteful GOPers
they can all go together, I shan't be too mean.
I shall sharpen up and poison word barbed darts
on democracies stone from which they've drawn blood,
I shall have to be quick before they do more harm
and shoot them off thuggish...
#rhyming
#sonnet
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4 Comments
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Poem Published
27th Jan 2023 8:41am
27th Jan 2023 8:41am
Reflection
There's something tragical about a glass
hanging there mutely absorbing the world,
silently soaking daily scenes up as
life parades past with quick looks in a whirl.
As I pass I glance at this one, sideways,
it shows Mum's coats still hanging in the hall
though these are from our past, our yesterdays,
there they are forlorn on hooks on the wall.
This was the mirror Mum used, as Mums do,
bustling in and out of our old rude home
and strangely, without my specks, as I grew,
I would glimpse her, in this glass, though alone.
...
hanging there mutely absorbing the world,
silently soaking daily scenes up as
life parades past with quick looks in a whirl.
As I pass I glance at this one, sideways,
it shows Mum's coats still hanging in the hall
though these are from our past, our yesterdays,
there they are forlorn on hooks on the wall.
This was the mirror Mum used, as Mums do,
bustling in and out of our old rude home
and strangely, without my specks, as I grew,
I would glimpse her, in this glass, though alone.
...
#sonnet
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Poem Published
26th Jan 2023 1:22pm
26th Jan 2023 1:22pm
f**k Off!
You're all a bunch of sad fucking wankers
dripping fucking shite down a virgin page,
for fucks sake! Pretending to be writers?
A drunken fuck of monkeys does the same.
No fucking imagination, y'all suck!
lost in your own masterbating fuck-wits,
I'd see more passion, as single-cells fuck,
and culture, as yeasts and slime fucking split.
So, there, pick the fucking bones out of that!
you fucked up Tweedledum's & Tweedledee's,
as you fucks gather to polish turds you've shat
all I want to do is...
dripping fucking shite down a virgin page,
for fucks sake! Pretending to be writers?
A drunken fuck of monkeys does the same.
No fucking imagination, y'all suck!
lost in your own masterbating fuck-wits,
I'd see more passion, as single-cells fuck,
and culture, as yeasts and slime fucking split.
So, there, pick the fucking bones out of that!
you fucked up Tweedledum's & Tweedledee's,
as you fucks gather to polish turds you've shat
all I want to do is...
#rhyming
#sonnet
82 reads
13 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
18th Jan 2023 3:51pm
18th Jan 2023 3:51pm
Kingdom
I am the tired madman in the garden
Reciting words I have not heard before
Fatigued on the isles of the uncertain
Thinning me as I am swallowed on shore
I can taste the sour soot of black knowledge
Coursing through my veins, feeding me detached
Like a centerfold leading to madness
Singing praise I can feel squirm when is scratched
I see patina on stars decompose
Bleeding out, a vision caused by aura
In the redness of the dawn I repose
Flirting when I see vassals of Pandora
I hear oceans whisper from each corner ...
Reciting words I have not heard before
Fatigued on the isles of the uncertain
Thinning me as I am swallowed on shore
I can taste the sour soot of black knowledge
Coursing through my veins, feeding me detached
Like a centerfold leading to madness
Singing praise I can feel squirm when is scratched
I see patina on stars decompose
Bleeding out, a vision caused by aura
In the redness of the dawn I repose
Flirting when I see vassals of Pandora
I hear oceans whisper from each corner ...
#dark
#identity
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Jan 2023 12:39pm
15th Jan 2023 12:39pm
Hinged
Let the lexicon of my existence
Be a nonstop string of superlatives,
Arguing against the rebuke chance gives,
With the gillyflowers of recompense
Packed in the finery of tailored words
Since at least I have the gift of the gab;
A late talent I could not quickly grab...
Like literacy for lazy goatherds.
Thus upon a volta, I turned, and throve,
And realized that all along I had
Brain storms as noble as Sir Galahad
In the armamentarium alcove
Notoriously difficult to scan;
That onetime melancholy...
Be a nonstop string of superlatives,
Arguing against the rebuke chance gives,
With the gillyflowers of recompense
Packed in the finery of tailored words
Since at least I have the gift of the gab;
A late talent I could not quickly grab...
Like literacy for lazy goatherds.
Thus upon a volta, I turned, and throve,
And realized that all along I had
Brain storms as noble as Sir Galahad
In the armamentarium alcove
Notoriously difficult to scan;
That onetime melancholy...
#motivational
#sonnet
#MentalHealth #uplifting
#MentalHealth #uplifting
74 reads
5 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
15th Jan 2023 9:08am
15th Jan 2023 9:08am
Purification
At my core I am pretty
But only when I can see my breath
It is cold but it's with me
Like bloody knuckles beat against my chest
In my youth I was shitty
My greatest shame is my greatest friend
It's a truth that has shaped me
Lament beginnings while building the end
In the rain we were dancing
And I've forgotten how so long ago
Another splash then hits me
You never know a thing you think you know
At my core I feel parts shifting around
Time to remember, I will remember.
But only when I can see my breath
It is cold but it's with me
Like bloody knuckles beat against my chest
In my youth I was shitty
My greatest shame is my greatest friend
It's a truth that has shaped me
Lament beginnings while building the end
In the rain we were dancing
And I've forgotten how so long ago
Another splash then hits me
You never know a thing you think you know
At my core I feel parts shifting around
Time to remember, I will remember.
#love
#dark
#friendship
#sonnet
#SelfReflection
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Poem Published
12th Jan 2023 9:56am
12th Jan 2023 9:56am
Travels in The Past
Here? Fields we rambled, played and picnicked on
adjacent, there, the forcing rhubarb sheds,
those black tar-papered sheds, those also gone,
ground under concrete and forever dead.
Here, can you imagine it, hedgerows grew,
flourished even beside old dry-stone walls,
beaten pathways on hard packed earth these flew
between farmers fields where green crops grew tall.
Nothing remains but imaged memories
and these, alas, engraved on simple minds
all those crops, trees and country greenery
lost to the progress of the human kind. ...
adjacent, there, the forcing rhubarb sheds,
those black tar-papered sheds, those also gone,
ground under concrete and forever dead.
Here, can you imagine it, hedgerows grew,
flourished even beside old dry-stone walls,
beaten pathways on hard packed earth these flew
between farmers fields where green crops grew tall.
Nothing remains but imaged memories
and these, alas, engraved on simple minds
all those crops, trees and country greenery
lost to the progress of the human kind. ...
#sonnet
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 2:31pm
8th Jan 2023 2:31pm
The Mad Suitor, an old-style sonnet
My love, I came for you like wine
emerges from the grape when crushed
beneath a pale foot. What other sign
of mortal love might prove a male hushed
by woman’s charms, than when I killed
your suitor on the lawn? Your father felt
it bandits, dear, I know, but maybe chilled
by depth of love, and having smelt
its scent before on passing me at market
once, you knew whose hand had dealt.
A gambler’s metaphor, my dear. I’m rogue
as well as outcast, as you know. Brogues
be damned, I’ll walk the lawn again tonight.
And kill...
emerges from the grape when crushed
beneath a pale foot. What other sign
of mortal love might prove a male hushed
by woman’s charms, than when I killed
your suitor on the lawn? Your father felt
it bandits, dear, I know, but maybe chilled
by depth of love, and having smelt
its scent before on passing me at market
once, you knew whose hand had dealt.
A gambler’s metaphor, my dear. I’m rogue
as well as outcast, as you know. Brogues
be damned, I’ll walk the lawn again tonight.
And kill...
#love
#murder
#sonnet #obsession
#sonnet #obsession
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7 Comments
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Poem Published
1st Jan 2023 5:29pm
1st Jan 2023 5:29pm
Narcissus Echoed
From you, fairest creature, I desired
to propagate both our fair pool of genes,
and thereby show death's but a deaf liar
as we hear future's loud arriving scream.
But it seems, I have chosen a jonquil,
and their desires feeds on their own flame,
so even Shakespeare's cultivated quill
couldn't stir the pool where his face was framed.
But I shan't pine away as did Echo
though you love self in my mirroring eyes,
I shall trumpet out all sweet tomorrows
with a bold Aaron, not limp, Narcissi.
...
to propagate both our fair pool of genes,
and thereby show death's but a deaf liar
as we hear future's loud arriving scream.
But it seems, I have chosen a jonquil,
and their desires feeds on their own flame,
so even Shakespeare's cultivated quill
couldn't stir the pool where his face was framed.
But I shan't pine away as did Echo
though you love self in my mirroring eyes,
I shall trumpet out all sweet tomorrows
with a bold Aaron, not limp, Narcissi.
...
#sonnet
94 reads
4 Comments
ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
1st Jan 2023 7:12am
1st Jan 2023 7:12am
Dreams of Dusk
The twilight air is filled with golden hue
A soft and gentle light that fills the sky
The birds have all retired, save a few
That sing their songs before they say goodbye
The trees stand tall and silent, bathed in glow
Their leaves afire with the setting sun
The air is cool, a gentle breeze doth blow As evening settles, day's work is done
And as the darkness falls, the stars do shine
A distant fire that burns so bright and true
They twinkle in the night, a sight divine
A guide for travelers lost and feeling blue
...
A soft and gentle light that fills the sky
The birds have all retired, save a few
That sing their songs before they say goodbye
The trees stand tall and silent, bathed in glow
Their leaves afire with the setting sun
The air is cool, a gentle breeze doth blow As evening settles, day's work is done
And as the darkness falls, the stars do shine
A distant fire that burns so bright and true
They twinkle in the night, a sight divine
A guide for travelers lost and feeling blue
...
#nature
#rhyming
#sonnet
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