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.
Window Writing (a sonnet)
Her thoughts chasse' as she begins to write.
The heavy clouds create pillowing forms.
Inked prose seen only with the candlelight,
O' springtime evening bringing her sweet storms.
A whip-poor-will's enduring twilight song,
Fresh lilac tantalizing every word.
This conquest of her vision has been long.
Does rain bring presence begging to be heard?
My parchment strewn from gales, now raindrop skimmed.
Behold, the brilliance of a lightning arch!
Deep rest calls, the beeswax stick becomes dimmed,
Silent verses to slumber in the...
The heavy clouds create pillowing forms.
Inked prose seen only with the candlelight,
O' springtime evening bringing her sweet storms.
A whip-poor-will's enduring twilight song,
Fresh lilac tantalizing every word.
This conquest of her vision has been long.
Does rain bring presence begging to be heard?
My parchment strewn from gales, now raindrop skimmed.
Behold, the brilliance of a lightning arch!
Deep rest calls, the beeswax stick becomes dimmed,
Silent verses to slumber in the...
#night
#quatrain
#rain
#sonnet
#storm
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Dichotomy
Whenever serendipity occurs,
or opposite, misfortunes seem some snare,
to count this fate makes luckless folk despair;
both part of greater plan The Lord confers.
The parable, instruction’s tale recurs,
requires dispensed with some parental flair,
to teach not what, but how to think – compare –
the first scleroses as the mind inters.
The child may be the father of the man,
that if development proceeds to plan,
then man may be the father of the child –
a contradiction, but the words not wild –
the former shuns parental...
or opposite, misfortunes seem some snare,
to count this fate makes luckless folk despair;
both part of greater plan The Lord confers.
The parable, instruction’s tale recurs,
requires dispensed with some parental flair,
to teach not what, but how to think – compare –
the first scleroses as the mind inters.
The child may be the father of the man,
that if development proceeds to plan,
then man may be the father of the child –
a contradiction, but the words not wild –
the former shuns parental...
#childhood
#religion
#rhyming
#sonnet
#spiritual
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Exclusion or Inclusion
Is there a reason for a broken mind,
in Psyche’s nature, nurture, maybe both,
has thought transgressed some fundamental oath,
would comprehending cause help solve the bind?
Some think the medication is unkind,
can make cognition idiotic, sloth,
but absence makes for aberrations growth;
an equilibrium so hard to find.
To ask equality, to ask too much?
How could the norm equate that with poor thought?
To ask forgiveness, or for pity’s touch,
assumes equality with common sort.
Such damaged shards of this humanity
are...
in Psyche’s nature, nurture, maybe both,
has thought transgressed some fundamental oath,
would comprehending cause help solve the bind?
Some think the medication is unkind,
can make cognition idiotic, sloth,
but absence makes for aberrations growth;
an equilibrium so hard to find.
To ask equality, to ask too much?
How could the norm equate that with poor thought?
To ask forgiveness, or for pity’s touch,
assumes equality with common sort.
Such damaged shards of this humanity
are...
#inequality
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#rhyming
#sonnet
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Mare Nectaris
Infused with her halcyon midnight eyes
a palmy moonbeam spake tranquility,
upon our nuptial bed, and Terran skies,
and aqueous humor ability
which all became her serene seas of love,
waiting for me to deeply take the plunge
that all the maids of Tethys have heard of
and each subsequently fathoming lunge
ever to founder a sailor ashore
on the lush delta of damsel demand
where treasure frequently buried for more
navigation at a later command...
plumbs a limpidity beyond compare
at all of...
a palmy moonbeam spake tranquility,
upon our nuptial bed, and Terran skies,
and aqueous humor ability
which all became her serene seas of love,
waiting for me to deeply take the plunge
that all the maids of Tethys have heard of
and each subsequently fathoming lunge
ever to founder a sailor ashore
on the lush delta of damsel demand
where treasure frequently buried for more
navigation at a later command...
plumbs a limpidity beyond compare
at all of...
#admiration
#beauty
#sonnet
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Ode to Will.
O how we ache to ape your dexterous pen
from home to academe and beyond,
advertising addiction once again
fat-witted, keyless to your fairylands.
We've compacted with devils, pilgrimaged
to the dual new place of birth and death,
become churchlike there to be amazed
to breathe air holding mem'ry of your breath.
Enrapt to hobnob where you, honeytongued,
for such gossip I'm a wanton glutton
enhoped to have pen and my words reyounged
to your age, to be kissed with your atoms,
Still sparkling nigh five hundred years...
from home to academe and beyond,
advertising addiction once again
fat-witted, keyless to your fairylands.
We've compacted with devils, pilgrimaged
to the dual new place of birth and death,
become churchlike there to be amazed
to breathe air holding mem'ry of your breath.
Enrapt to hobnob where you, honeytongued,
for such gossip I'm a wanton glutton
enhoped to have pen and my words reyounged
to your age, to be kissed with your atoms,
Still sparkling nigh five hundred years...
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
#sonnet
#WilliamShakespeare
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Flying Free
I eat with gusto with panache and belch
and fart as teeth crack crunch and suck marrow,
from bones of my mother's tongue all nigh squelched
within my lexicon, sleeping, fallow...
An alphabetical herd most unheard
words hobbled, clipped-winged, bridled and hamstrung
corralled within my dictionary, tamed,
dusty unused and now, sadly, grown dumb.
I will digest and regurgitate those
not lame, damaged not able to be freed,
into the wild for rhyme and, for some, prose,
the brute the lamb, there they go, flying free... ...
and fart as teeth crack crunch and suck marrow,
from bones of my mother's tongue all nigh squelched
within my lexicon, sleeping, fallow...
An alphabetical herd most unheard
words hobbled, clipped-winged, bridled and hamstrung
corralled within my dictionary, tamed,
dusty unused and now, sadly, grown dumb.
I will digest and regurgitate those
not lame, damaged not able to be freed,
into the wild for rhyme and, for some, prose,
the brute the lamb, there they go, flying free... ...
#sonnet
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Psychological
To scribble sonnets you must be skillful
Let your words trickle into a missile
Deciphering it if it's possible
Illusions are blocking your optical
Unconscious in a mental hospital
These thoughts all transcribed are methodical
And the word spacing is unstoppable
Subliminal maybe impossible
This cannot be real It's illogical
With syllables all chronological
This obsession now patholigical
And my disorder neurological
My thoughts and words are diabolical
This mind of mine...
Let your words trickle into a missile
Deciphering it if it's possible
Illusions are blocking your optical
Unconscious in a mental hospital
These thoughts all transcribed are methodical
And the word spacing is unstoppable
Subliminal maybe impossible
This cannot be real It's illogical
With syllables all chronological
This obsession now patholigical
And my disorder neurological
My thoughts and words are diabolical
This mind of mine...
#sonnet
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Goodbye Now
I saw you pause, recover, then move on,
amid the bustle of your city crowd,
I too was struck motionless, pale and wan,
before shuffling on muttering out loud.
You looked so tall, so handsome, somehow,
so far removed from that young lad when,
you and I held hands making future vows
amid the clutter of your secret den.
Now I, through the near empty city streets,
amongst the debris of a hurried day,
recall that brief moment when you, so neat,
frowned on me who merely got in your way.
Although hurt by blank face and...
amid the bustle of your city crowd,
I too was struck motionless, pale and wan,
before shuffling on muttering out loud.
You looked so tall, so handsome, somehow,
so far removed from that young lad when,
you and I held hands making future vows
amid the clutter of your secret den.
Now I, through the near empty city streets,
amongst the debris of a hurried day,
recall that brief moment when you, so neat,
frowned on me who merely got in your way.
Although hurt by blank face and...
#sonnet
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Spring Clean
Spring is in the air and for sure it works
I'm busy with dusters and suchlike stuff,
this sap's rising and for once I'll not shirk
in shaking the house free of dust and fluff.
And the cobwebby clutter of my mind
blown clean with wide open window of eyes,
my melatonin induced sleep, seemed kind
during cold nights, till I woke to spring's highs...
And, NaPoWriMo Twenty-Twenty-Four,
proving their dedication to their art,
with new poetical subjects galore,
as I, again think, next year, I'll take part... ...
I'm busy with dusters and suchlike stuff,
this sap's rising and for once I'll not shirk
in shaking the house free of dust and fluff.
And the cobwebby clutter of my mind
blown clean with wide open window of eyes,
my melatonin induced sleep, seemed kind
during cold nights, till I woke to spring's highs...
And, NaPoWriMo Twenty-Twenty-Four,
proving their dedication to their art,
with new poetical subjects galore,
as I, again think, next year, I'll take part... ...
#sonnet
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In recognition
I'd heard about the Higgs Boson and field
how this gives most particles all their mass,
except for the photons to these it yields
as they bring light to us ever so fast.
And dark matter, this is filling the void,
which in the blinking of an eye exists,
and just as equally fast is destroyed
like us their light does not for long persist.
Then there's dark energy, strange stuff for sure,
Is pushing this vast universe apart,
perhaps Peter Higgs, still, at ninety-four
now knows everything, close to his heart...
I was...
how this gives most particles all their mass,
except for the photons to these it yields
as they bring light to us ever so fast.
And dark matter, this is filling the void,
which in the blinking of an eye exists,
and just as equally fast is destroyed
like us their light does not for long persist.
Then there's dark energy, strange stuff for sure,
Is pushing this vast universe apart,
perhaps Peter Higgs, still, at ninety-four
now knows everything, close to his heart...
I was...
#sonnet
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Frostbitten
Awoke, amid my heart, found frosting quick
Unknowing as to when I fell asleep
From winter solstice ice chill gathered thick
Supine among the alpines, eyelids creep
With crystalline-based breathless pleas to Him
As liquid past reminds to me old love
But changing winds bring forth, behind a scrim
A thawing sun, ignites to sky above
And spring brings blood red warmth to this dead heart
Lost love recalls in present veins to flow
Abundance melts steel future to depart
Into the past and fade away as snow
Just as the Winter's grip gives...
Unknowing as to when I fell asleep
From winter solstice ice chill gathered thick
Supine among the alpines, eyelids creep
With crystalline-based breathless pleas to Him
As liquid past reminds to me old love
But changing winds bring forth, behind a scrim
A thawing sun, ignites to sky above
And spring brings blood red warmth to this dead heart
Lost love recalls in present veins to flow
Abundance melts steel future to depart
Into the past and fade away as snow
Just as the Winter's grip gives...
#love
#winter
#spring
#sonnet
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Birthing Empires...
Birthing empires can prove painful things
this wedding of church to murderous thieves,
their names matter not, Pharoes, Tzar or King
they've no faith, stealing land is their belief...
In strange empires where sanctioned faith rules
in conspiracy of priesthood and sword,
each bolsters each terror reign on duped fools
forced to believe their bible's ev'ry word.
For sure they were force fed their killer faith
ripped from innocence with fear poured in heads
" You will do god's...
this wedding of church to murderous thieves,
their names matter not, Pharoes, Tzar or King
they've no faith, stealing land is their belief...
In strange empires where sanctioned faith rules
in conspiracy of priesthood and sword,
each bolsters each terror reign on duped fools
forced to believe their bible's ev'ry word.
For sure they were force fed their killer faith
ripped from innocence with fear poured in heads
" You will do god's...
#sonnet
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