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Sonnet On My Threadbare Love

My love is like a worker's gloves grown old.
His hands are leather, roughened now with age
and years of work in weather hot and cold,
yet through the many years, he has grown sage. . .

My love is like a builder's pair of boots.
He's dusty and fatigued and still he walks
while trailing mud, but now his attributes
shine through despite life's many stumbling blocks.

My love is like a pair of jeans much worn,
a pair of socks with holes that have stayed warm.
Though time and all the trials he has borne
have left him frayed, he wishes no one harm.

To write a beaming sonnet would not do,
but threadbare love (in some ways) bests the new.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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A Sonnet For Eduardo

The day I left Madrid, I waved goodbye to someone dear to me. I still can see his dark brown eyes that could not tell a lie, those same eyes I’d beheld so tenderly each day when he would show up at my door. Where is my friend Eduardo, whom I left behind so long ago and never more would see again? I know he was bereft from letters that he sent, and I replied that we would meet again. I could not know how wrong I was or if he ever cried for me. How easily I let him go! How innocent and beautiful was he! Unbearable the beauty of my memory. For the Soulful Words Poetry Contest of Kim Morrison

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Sonnet Chiweenie Boo

Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.

As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?

Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.   
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.

I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.


Copyright © rob carmack

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Every Time I Have You Close- Triolet Sonnet


Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home The sound of your voice reaches the clouds so far Every time I have you close my dear My lips are stilled to me you're like a star In my heart I evoke your name and just roam Every time I have you close my dear... This remarkable yearning of you brings me home And I am so happy to have your love so far Every time I have you close my dear I know that losing you would leave me a scar And rhymes like before no more would flow Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 October.2.2014 My triolet sonnet here is free style ...that means, I didn't write it with 8 or 10 syllables or any steady number of syllable pattern at all. That's simple!

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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Sonnet Three

Scattered across a thousand cities
(After the last window darkens).
The moon speaks hidden fantasies,
and the sleepy sunset sharpens.
	Emerging exactly in the last ludicrous light
	(The dawn of you erects constellations).
	Softly, with strolling lips singing spectrally slight,
	the rumor of your touching exceeds all aspirations.
For blindly, as the nails upon the cross
(A dainty destroyed hero loves you).
Beyond falling for or feeling loss,
your least amazing smile will do.
	So give what gives meaning to meaningful,
	the life inside you undefined beautiful.

Copyright © joshua ten eyck

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A Sonnet for my Father on His Birthday

I’d write a rhyme to prove my depth of love
Or sing angelic song like those above
If gifts like these would prove love’s testament
I’d give and give to prove deep sentiment

But what to you, my Father, can I give?
The one who taught me how to love and live
What can I give you from this daughter’s heart?
But vow that from your side I’ll never part

You mean the world to me, this you must know
With passing years my love for you does grow
Your care for me is what helps see me through
There is no other father sweet like you

May Jesus grant you health and happiness
This birthday wish I wrap in tenderness

Eileen Manassian Ghali

My daddy dearest turns 78 today...78! Where did all the years go??? My father is a pastor, an educator, and writer, but most of all, he is the best father in all the world.  Yes, my My father has always been a very central figure in my life. I couldn't have hoped for a better dad. We've been close through the years, and I know that he is always there to catch me when I fall. Isn't that, after all, what our heavenly Father is like? I so love and adore my dad. If you'd like to "see" him, you can check my photos on my page here. :)

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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If Love Does Not Live (Sonnet for Celene Crescent)

If love does not live so that love may live,
Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship;
Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give,
Darkness and void with no inspired lips;

If love is quashed short of its golden prime,
Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite;
Crushed from its age of blossoming on time,
Like breath strangled from life not to unite!

Then O’ love, send me Pegasus to ride,
Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky;
Touching constellations with them abide,
Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye:

Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds
Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr

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Hands of Time - Sonnet

To me dear love, you will never be old
It is your inner beauty that captivates me;
For in your face so many stories are told
That I contemplate in tranquil reverie.
The short time we shared brings vistas yet unseen
Promises to be discovered within the heart;
Perfumed with tenderness of what comes between
Those vacant hours when we have to part.
You are the treasure that has filled my being
Without you I am empty and incomplete;
But together we share that special feeling
That the hands of time will never cheat.
Let's take what we have and make it all come true
Those hours, days and years I would spend with you.

Copyright © elizabeth wesley

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A Love Sonnet

I will love you until time steals the shores
This gift I'll give as open arms surround
And kiss your lips a thousand times and more
Caress your welcomed heart with feathered sound
Avail ourselves to ships of no return
To chase the wind from lands we'll both explore
And leave the world behind with its concern
To follow sails of love as they emplore
This precious love is cupped between our hands
And used to find the farthest guiding light
So trust can take our hearts to love's command
And faith that follows guides us through the nights

The waves through time we'll cross with tethered hearts
And wrap our love around our soul's ramparts

Copyright © Frederic Parker

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Fresh Pillow (Kyrielle Sonnet)

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
Closing my eyes there is no peep,
This soft bed is just so mellow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Forgetting the stress of the day
I am in bed without delay.
Soul at ease— the mind must follow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Satin sheets over my shoulder,
Keep me warm—not getting colder.
Fantasy dreams I now billow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr

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Sonnet 28

If only I did not believe in love
My breath would kiss tomorrows lips with ease
But I have been heart-broken by your love
And only death can cure my hearts disease

Your smile seduced my soul to sleep with sin
Your eyes eclipsed with evenings I embraced
Your laughter lured my limbs to love with-in
Bedazzled by your blessings beauty traced

Sometimes a cold wind blows upon a branch
Causing its leaves to fall unto the ground
I do believe love caused my life to branch
Away from dreams as music without sound

After this sonnet that your eyes receive
Cold winds shall blow to breeze my branch to leave

Copyright © Johnny Sumler

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A Love Sonnet

To be in love is when the heart is free
To kiss warm lips with a passion tender
This bond so soft upon the heart's decree
Through sunsets we lay beneath in splender
Shall passage of the years be ever still
And wrap each finger with a lover's hand
As we share a gentle cup both will fill
The years will come and go at our command
We'll find the farthest edges of our dreams
With sighs and tears we find along the way
And answer every need without a scream
And wrap our bodies tight when they convey

To be in love with your lover's heart
And travel through the days that time imparts

Copyright © Frederic Parker

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Sonnet X

And what is love? Beloved, it is thee.
You are wholly love; love is truly thine;
And in my heart, which holds you as a shrine,
I view the two not separate entities,
Nor ever twain could these dear blessings be.
Ah, love that is to me my bread and wine,
My feast, my table spread with food divine,
No pow'r can drive a wedge twixt Love and thee.
You hold to love, yet Love does lift you up;
You give to love, yet Love does grant you all;
And at your table Love will sit to sup,
Yet you still rise up full; and at your call
Love comes, yet your words are Love's voice raised up:
You and Love are one but doubly enthrall.

© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson

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Sonnet to Thoughtful Women

I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
   I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
   I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
   Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
   So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
   With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
   And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
   You've only you to blame, and no excuse.

Copyright © M. Teresa Blaylock

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little song-
three quatrains,
and  couplet 
verse and rhyme;
stands the test of
light grace
in life,face to 

Copyright © Brian Strand

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Deep is the well (Unrhymed Sonnet)

Silver on glass, it interests me not
That you can make judgments on images
I care nothing about recognition
Neither do rank nor hierarchy move me

Do you think you reflect deeper than I?
When she looks at you, what do you show her?
Does she see, in you, her own true feelings
Or just the face that you want her to see?

Me? I see something that's quite different
I see beyond her skin and through her smile
I see her yearning heart and cries within
I see ties that bind and those that fetter

Her real beauty I see (clearest of all)
I see she in whom I truly believe ~

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett

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Sonnet Of Worship

I worship you for the plan made for me
From the beginning you knew the tree
The sun, moon, stars nestled at height just right
An atmosphere that surrounds with good light

Through the centuries you knew when to come
To redeem humanity and touch man some
Bringing hope to a lost and dying world
With your teachings, blood, sweat, tears earth did swirl

The guider, comforter, holder of my heart
Omniscience, all knowledge from the very start
Capturing my heart with all that you made
Creating it from your words needed no spade

Exalt my redeemer, friend, comforter
Valentine, my heart is an admirer

(Second attempt at a sonnet.  This is for the "I love you because" contest.)

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

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With Him - The Ameri- Sonnet

~With Him~

God's planning something for you
Right now He is at your side
Nothing is hard for Him too
In bad times He'll be your guide

Always keep  faith love and hope
Give problems to him you'll   see
He'll rescue you,  help you cope
With Him anything can be

He knows you and cares for you
Best for you  He has in mind
God loves you and that's so true
Seek and His grace you can find

Read God's word and you can grow
He's the savior and that's so.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


~Author's Notes:

"Ameri-Sonnet" is a poetry style created by Richard W. Jenkins.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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A Sonnet for My Heart

For you’re my heart and my life’s chosen muse.
Without you, my life would be so confused.
    You’re the one my heart chose on that sweet day,
    You’re the one who brightened my lonely life.
    When you looked at me in that charming way,
    I knew then, I had to make you my wife.
The way you walk and the way you move, girl.
Gives my body goose-bumps the size of pearls.
    You set my life free from its loneliness,
    Alongside you is my best company.
    You filled my cup; there’s no more emptiness,
    And you are my muse to write poetry.
I say we’ve had the loveliest embark,
That’s why I wrote a sonnet for my heart.

Copyright © Raul Moreno

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Let Him Kiss Me Sonnet

Let him kiss me with wild kisses made of
His lips and embrace me, of honeyed love,
For thy soul is chaste and sweeter tasting
Than wine upon thee, such fine savouring,
And the roof of thy mouth, is soft, like pressed
Ripe grapes, oh my beloved, oh my quest

Thy voice speaks of kind sweetness, comely,
Thy face, altogether so lovely,
Oh love, I am my beloved's and dear
Beloved is mine, pleasant, lasting, fair
Come my true love one, let us praise vigour
Thou wilt giveth thee, my love of splendour

Thy feedeth on my breasts, of pure delights,
For thy love hath a vehement flamed light

Copyright © Suzanne C. Goudreau

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A Sonnet For You

A Sonnet For You There will come a time or, so I am told When memories will flood this tired old soul. And all of the bitter things I have known Like a flock of scared sparrows, all will have flown. Destiny’s call will leave little time To sit here all day matching rhyme after rhyme. There will only be memories of sweet times I knew, As I spent treasured time writing songs about you. The moment love told us that we’d never part The words came so easy and right from my heart. And, where would I be had I never known The pleasure I found -- calling you my own. Yes, life is as good as life can be – And it all began when you came to me. Written by John Posey 10/29/13

Copyright © John Posey

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Juliet's Last Sonnet

Awaken from her maker's poison
Reality's her nightmare's reason
To run away from tombs that cover
The lifeless body of her  lover

Barefooted... So free to love again
Waiting for him with red cheeks of rain
"The Globe" is empty, Romeo's gone
In Stratford -on - Avon she's alone

A tourist's place - the guide is pointing
A holographic disappointing
Fragmented Fate of a lonely swan
A deja vue ... I might be the one...

The stage lights died, applause in echoes
The curtain falls on ghosts of heroes...

for John's contest " Shakespearean Sonnet"

Copyright © iolanda Scripca

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" Fairest Love " (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Thou has the fairest of features my love.
My conscious of thy beauty shall not die,
It surrounds me thus, as immortal glove.
Your piercing beauty of blue eyes, as sky.
Thy warm body I shall ever cherish,
To whom my soul doeth forever belong.
Thus my desire for thee shall find flourish,
As the night birds in the night’s fairest song.
Thy lips my beauty drops as honeycomb,
It’s  honey sweetness from under thy tongue.
From the pleasures of thy love I shan’t roam,
I am come to thy garden to raise young.
Thou ravished forever my heart my spouse,
From thy love’s presence I shan’t ever rouse.

Shakespearean Sonnet
In Honor of : Dr: Ram

Placed #8

Copyright © john freeman

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A Sonnet for Shereen

Your birth was coupled with a burst of light
You came to make my life joyous and bright
Your smile and eyes did capture swift my heart
Of mother's life you are the sweetest part
I saw perfection in your dainty hand
With just a smile my heart you did command
You snuggled in my arms of love, secure
Oh darling, of this truth you must be sure
Without you here, my sun would cease to shine
You are of a gift of God most precious, fine
Long life and health I wish my darling fair
Whose crowning glory is her raven hair
A lady in your right you’ve come to be
But in your eyes my little girl I see

For Regina Riddle's Intimate Relationship Contest
Revised September 2, 2014

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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A Sonnet

Oh say, have you come from heaven above?
Art thou, perhaps, a goddess in disguise?
Yes you are. I just looked into your eyes
And yes! It’s true. You are for me to love

I want to feel your body close to me.
Your skin, smooth as silk or maybe satin.
My sweet I really love to kiss your skin,
I touch you with my tongue, a taste of honey.

Your scent, your very own, I breathe it in,
It is your own you are adorable.
Good God, there must be something magical,
how else to cause my head to spin and spin.

That’s it. I shall seduce you once again
The first, it was so special even then

Copyright © Brian Terry

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Single Sonnet

It seems the world consists of two by two,
And outcast ones are freakish by compare;
I used to be a half of two with you,
But now it’s only me, as you’re not there.
The sun appears to hide in clouds above,
My head replaying times with you around;
I see you walking with your newest love
And shuffle past, my eyes upon the ground.
I tried to keep your love but you moved on;
Attempts to reconcile have fallen flat;
All hope is lost, I know, and you are gone;
I lost, my rival won, and that is that.
Although our love has surely met its end,
I hope I will not lose you as a friend.

For Karen’s Shakespearian Sonnet contest

Copyright © jack horne

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Do you ever wonder why I do
The little things I do for you

It's because I love you, with a love that's true
A love no other can give to you

It's to keep a smile upon your face
And assure you no one can take your place

I love the way you wear your hair
The way you hold me whenever I'm there

I love the way you kiss my lips
The tender touch of your fingertips

So just remember, as you face each day
My love for you will always stay

Pure, unceasing – love without end
You're more than a lover – you're my best friend

Copyright © Curtis Moorman

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Sonnet to Medusa

Bury me in your own eyes, For at last we are alone. No more does my love feed your lies; It just turns my heart to stone Bury me in your own heart, For now your serpent lust can't strike. Your glare will only cause me to part; Call it what ever you like. Bury me in your own skin, For you are only a reflection. A fallen nymph for my sin; A god's second selection. Medusa, my sweet gorgon love, Your beauty was taken from above.

Copyright © Danny Stinson

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Sonnet Poem: A Mother's Face

A mother’s face you rarely touch and kiss
You go on with life without retrospect
Mother waits longer but with finesse
Many flowers withered from willful neglect

A short respite giving fresh breath inside her womb
Empowering new life without remorse
Her presence helped you strive with aplomb
With your mother, you’ll be on the right course

Such a lovely face you cannot assess
A portrait to paint with high pixels of respect
Her smile that relieves all your stress
Today is Mother’s Day and try to recollect

Now her face wrinkled but beyond compare
Like heavenly bodies with unique flare

12 May 2013

Copyright © Noel Villarosa

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Texting Selfie Sonnet

            Texting Selfie Sonnet

Quiet girl in text heaven, knows what to do, it’s true
As long as dainty fingers dance along the keys
Loves advances will be locked, like a snap shot for you
Camera ready phone so picture perfect, in steady peace

Certain is the depth of her wanton desire
What, with somber quirky smile, furled eye lashes
Flashes and kept words alive, breathing across the wires
Every thought typed, lifts spirits high, in ready fashion

Those lovely labored hands will never grasp such matters
Only love long distance on the line will be so kind
A keyboard to replace the warmth of human chatter
I wait forever to make you mine

The hope of every person is to rise to picture self
One last selfie, texting and aging on a shelf

Copyright © Earl Schumacker