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.
Insiderew
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Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 9:50pm
22nd Oct 2020 9:50pm
Sonnet
When a manic despair tortured my soul
she rescued me with some kind graceful words
and soothed and calmed and wrote me all whole
those facts and deeds, indeed, were the things i heard.
And she silver'd my eyes in those black nights
to see great dawns while others stilled in dark,
and i suckled on her sweet honey'd light
to write the words that might show i'm marked.
From old age we merely fade away
perhaps tortured by some ghastly pain,
in that pain we may rage but fading days
will bring some holy glow, till nought...
she rescued me with some kind graceful words
and soothed and calmed and wrote me all whole
those facts and deeds, indeed, were the things i heard.
And she silver'd my eyes in those black nights
to see great dawns while others stilled in dark,
and i suckled on her sweet honey'd light
to write the words that might show i'm marked.
From old age we merely fade away
perhaps tortured by some ghastly pain,
in that pain we may rage but fading days
will bring some holy glow, till nought...
#sonnet
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Insiderew
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Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 5:51pm
22nd Oct 2020 5:51pm
I heard
I have no means by which to leave a trace
hidden within eight billion people,
to say that yes, i too lived, but self effaced
writing feeble rhyme, here, more enfeebled.
Hoping to gain some small recognition
mostly pointless, at this low down level,
perhaps, in some words, that are yet to come,
i shall rise a God, or evil Devil.
Although... although, with silly thought in mind
i only have to think, on you, dear heart,
then, my puerile words become such great rhymes,
that Shakespeare's self might not mimic, my...
hidden within eight billion people,
to say that yes, i too lived, but self effaced
writing feeble rhyme, here, more enfeebled.
Hoping to gain some small recognition
mostly pointless, at this low down level,
perhaps, in some words, that are yet to come,
i shall rise a God, or evil Devil.
Although... although, with silly thought in mind
i only have to think, on you, dear heart,
then, my puerile words become such great rhymes,
that Shakespeare's self might not mimic, my...
#sonnet
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Insiderew
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Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 7:36am
22nd Oct 2020 7:36am
Sonnet - flying free.
I eat with gusto, with panache, and belch
and fart as teeth crack, crunch and suck marrow
from bones, truth of all languages ('cept Welsh)
within my lexicon lying there, fallow.
An alphabetical herd most unheard
these words hobbled clipped-winged bridled hamstrung
corralled, within my dictionary, tamed
dusty and unused, and now, mostly dumb.
I will digest and regurgitate those
not lame damaged unabled to be freed
into the wild for rhyme and, perhaps, prose,
wild, wilder untamed they go, flying free.
...
and fart as teeth crack, crunch and suck marrow
from bones, truth of all languages ('cept Welsh)
within my lexicon lying there, fallow.
An alphabetical herd most unheard
these words hobbled clipped-winged bridled hamstrung
corralled, within my dictionary, tamed
dusty and unused, and now, mostly dumb.
I will digest and regurgitate those
not lame damaged unabled to be freed
into the wild for rhyme and, perhaps, prose,
wild, wilder untamed they go, flying free.
...
#sonnet
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Insiderew
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rew
Poem Published
12th Oct 2020 5:24pm
12th Oct 2020 5:24pm
Becomes a cruel misress
This old pen becomes, a cruel mistress,
grandmother cursed her, mummy did so too,
but should one blame the gun for the distress
or the bullets from it, those which shoot you?
If yes, then she is guilty of so much
I was taught words must mean something to all,
to reach out, broaden minds, and yes, to touch
the fallen and those, soon, about to fall.
If this is didactic well, blame the pen
where's this going? I haven't got a clue,
it seemed a neat way to practice, and then
finish with a...
grandmother cursed her, mummy did so too,
but should one blame the gun for the distress
or the bullets from it, those which shoot you?
If yes, then she is guilty of so much
I was taught words must mean something to all,
to reach out, broaden minds, and yes, to touch
the fallen and those, soon, about to fall.
If this is didactic well, blame the pen
where's this going? I haven't got a clue,
it seemed a neat way to practice, and then
finish with a...
#rhyming
#sonnet
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Insiderew
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Poem Published
7th Oct 2020 7:48pm
7th Oct 2020 7:48pm
Sonnet - lines on an old stone wall
Strange, how a wall comes to have great value
this sight which lacks meaning to passing eyes,
but i played out my childhood in this view
saw me playing and heard my childish cries.
My father knew well, this wall, intimate
he played along here on his way to school,
and, maybe, stopped to look back, from the gates
to see a later child, play the same fool.
There's nothing much left of our vanished past
a few bricks, here and there and these old stones,
blackened and weather worn but these, perhaps,
trace paths back to...
this sight which lacks meaning to passing eyes,
but i played out my childhood in this view
saw me playing and heard my childish cries.
My father knew well, this wall, intimate
he played along here on his way to school,
and, maybe, stopped to look back, from the gates
to see a later child, play the same fool.
There's nothing much left of our vanished past
a few bricks, here and there and these old stones,
blackened and weather worn but these, perhaps,
trace paths back to...
#rhyming
#sonnet
#SelfReflection
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arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2020 5:49pm
3rd Oct 2020 5:49pm
The Almost Wrote Poem
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The following poem is
IAMBIC TETRAMETER.
It is NOT a sonnet... enjoy. ;)
I almost wrote a poem last night.
The mood was pivotal, veering slight-
ly out the way it came, it might
have gone somewhere, if save for light.
My muse was there and looking tight.
She touched my hands, and bid me write;
she pulled my hair, and hiked her night-
y, all these things that would excite
me, then the sun came in to...
#funny
#sonnet
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Insiderew
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Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 3:36pm
20th Sep 2020 3:36pm
Sonnet writ to students.
To write verse, this is, to practice a craft
its not enough to have paper and pen,
it takes skill, knowledge, insight and hard graft
to paint scenes of life, nature, women, men.
As you learn your craft by versifying,
just as masons start by mixing cement,
try to raise your rhyme above, make words sing,
like Temples rise from stone, to heaven sent.
And if rage should come, with bloody anger,
write it down to thus feed your savage fist,
the better to learn to turn it tender,
as a child, reaching for your arms, would...
its not enough to have paper and pen,
it takes skill, knowledge, insight and hard graft
to paint scenes of life, nature, women, men.
As you learn your craft by versifying,
just as masons start by mixing cement,
try to raise your rhyme above, make words sing,
like Temples rise from stone, to heaven sent.
And if rage should come, with bloody anger,
write it down to thus feed your savage fist,
the better to learn to turn it tender,
as a child, reaching for your arms, would...
#sonnet
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3 Comments
Insiderew
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Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 7:28am
20th Sep 2020 7:28am
Goodbye now.
I saw you pause, recover, then move on
Within the bustle of your city crowd,
I too, was struck motionless, pale and wan
Before shuffling along, muttering loud.
You looked so tall, so elegant somehow,
So far removed from that young girl when,
You and I held hands, making future vows
Amid the clutter of our secret den.
Now I, through the near empty city streets,
Amongst the litter of a hurried day,
Recall that brief moment when you, so neat,
Frowned on one who merely blocked your way.
Although hurt by blank face and...
Within the bustle of your city crowd,
I too, was struck motionless, pale and wan
Before shuffling along, muttering loud.
You looked so tall, so elegant somehow,
So far removed from that young girl when,
You and I held hands, making future vows
Amid the clutter of our secret den.
Now I, through the near empty city streets,
Amongst the litter of a hurried day,
Recall that brief moment when you, so neat,
Frowned on one who merely blocked your way.
Although hurt by blank face and...
#sonnet
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1 Comment
Abruvanamedsly
Poem Published
9th Jun 2020 1:20pm
9th Jun 2020 1:20pm
Love Notes
Their relationship was romantic rage,
his punches, love notes to her face;
blood, the ink dripping from the page,
lines she wish could be secretly erased.
Cursive and italics all over her body,
ribs usually highlighted in bold font;
friends and family inquire like literati,
her answers are always nonchalant.
He constantly begs for her forgiveness,
making the notes sting a little less,
explosive scribblings a painful business,
especially on the inside of her chest.
Tears stain markings current and past, ...
his punches, love notes to her face;
blood, the ink dripping from the page,
lines she wish could be secretly erased.
Cursive and italics all over her body,
ribs usually highlighted in bold font;
friends and family inquire like literati,
her answers are always nonchalant.
He constantly begs for her forgiveness,
making the notes sting a little less,
explosive scribblings a painful business,
especially on the inside of her chest.
Tears stain markings current and past, ...
#anger
#relationships
#sonnet #DomesticViolence
#sonnet #DomesticViolence
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3 Comments
Laluma
Poem Published
26th May 2020 00:14am
26th May 2020 00:14am
Not Another Self He
I am definitely not the person I was yesterday
When I woke up today
My life did not change
For this I do not feel like I belong in a cage
Where my thoughts suffer along with my doubts
With inner battles raging about in bouts
I know that with every truth comes a way of understanding
Although this may not always hold me in good standing
I may look in the mirror
And frighten myself with shock and terror
As soon as my reflection is anywhere nearer
With that cloud having lifted the day becomes clearer
Reassured once again in...
When I woke up today
My life did not change
For this I do not feel like I belong in a cage
Where my thoughts suffer along with my doubts
With inner battles raging about in bouts
I know that with every truth comes a way of understanding
Although this may not always hold me in good standing
I may look in the mirror
And frighten myself with shock and terror
As soon as my reflection is anywhere nearer
With that cloud having lifted the day becomes clearer
Reassured once again in...
#anger
#sonnet
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#fear
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AnonymousBystander
Poem Published
3rd May 2020 1:16pm
3rd May 2020 1:16pm
The Dimming White Spot Fades To Black
The tool of propagandists, television;
the self important electronic nag.
Vainly disseminating information
and, trying to put your mind in their bag.
We found all their transmissions were informing
and fed on the truth that they were broadcasting.
Enlightenment came to us through TV,
bringing worlds we would not otherwise see!
But a web was spun of free information
and narratives from differing sources.
No one chose the horses for the courses
which gallop'd towards our new liberation.
TV the medium of idiots
now...
the self important electronic nag.
Vainly disseminating information
and, trying to put your mind in their bag.
We found all their transmissions were informing
and fed on the truth that they were broadcasting.
Enlightenment came to us through TV,
bringing worlds we would not otherwise see!
But a web was spun of free information
and narratives from differing sources.
No one chose the horses for the courses
which gallop'd towards our new liberation.
TV the medium of idiots
now...
#sonnet
95 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 11:33am
25th Apr 2020 11:33am
The Case Of The Woman With A Dressy Digit (Sonnet)
Hi, my name is Daphne Adcock
Formerly of Little Snoring, in Norfolk
One day discovered,whilst at play
Realised i was Lesbian, with nothing to say
Finding my life so very boring
Decided to remove myself from Little Snoring
Realising that i needed a plan
As i still had the parts, of a man
To conform to requirements, and all the legits
I had to remove my Dressy Digit
Wanting to keep all my fingers and toes
We can all guess, how this story goes
As twenty-one digits was one over the top
So went into hospital, for the op!
Formerly of Little Snoring, in Norfolk
One day discovered,whilst at play
Realised i was Lesbian, with nothing to say
Finding my life so very boring
Decided to remove myself from Little Snoring
Realising that i needed a plan
As i still had the parts, of a man
To conform to requirements, and all the legits
I had to remove my Dressy Digit
Wanting to keep all my fingers and toes
We can all guess, how this story goes
As twenty-one digits was one over the top
So went into hospital, for the op!
#funny
#sonnet
#transgender
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