Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Examples

Lost in chartered spheres, thrown upon lifes stage, Replete loves still heart, while graves stand empty, Listless days bring nought, reams of void pages Nothing of times worth, though dreams were plenty. Night skies cloaked in death, Passion's love now flown, Flames snuffed in Life, candles lit soothe woes, Anguish Dawn's first breath, comfort, not thought alone, Feeding time for...

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Each body cell is a part of our form and has no independent existence, enlivened by heart wherefrom flows blood warm, health ensured if there be no resistance. The universe is the body of God and all that’s manifest, is breathed by Him, wherein simply by giving love our nod, rapture rises as our soul sings a hymn. We are the drop and...

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Dream is always new be you young or old There is no limitations to your own So far you can stand to its hindrance bold Through countless days and nights in trouble Zone There is no much risk living for many But living up to one is always great Too useless when not dying for any A dream of league is marathon...

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“Self observes waking, dreaming and deep sleep ~ In stillness taking a consciousness leap” ~ quote by poet Relying on instincts in the dream state, there remains neither logic nor free will, as we accept therein, our ordained fate, with no knowledge of our inherent skill. Perhaps the waking state...

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Ghostly fear forms, a dark gossamer web, caged my consciousness once cradled by bliss but try as I might, my pain did not ebb, hurtling me down a bottomless abyss. Feeling grief-stricken, situation grave, my weary, groaning soul godforsaken, searched for heaven’s gate, so that God may save me from dark despair that left mind shaken. Trauma bonding with fear no more, I...

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Gate of GODFORSAKEN GRAVE yard made sound. A girl with GRIEF -STRICKEN face to enter. Her long dress of GOSSAMER touched the ground. She walked and reached almost at centre. It was Moonlit night...

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We are an entity and so is space, Mandukya Upanishad claims as true, a knowing which is revealed by God’s grace, when flickers therein show light passing through. Déjà vu suggests time does not exist, for there’s no way we could have been and seen and yet we did so why should we insist, that life’s not a movie, played on time’s...

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Slowly walking the path of life, winging with challenge, joy, and strife. I came upon a butterfly, floating, flittering in the sky. So lightly gliding through the air, I came to a stop, just to stare. Created with such symmetry, designed to live a life so free. Like a butterfly’s flight in wind, harder at first than in the end. Life is seen by our...

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My love for you is like a crashing plane: exhilarating pace, without control: you’re equatorial around the pole. Why meet my sunshine with torrential rain? My heart is Dealey Plaza, you’re on Main. I often think destruction is your goal - you seem to me a well-intentioned troll. Profundities, once uttered, are inane: your utterances, colourfully drab, are tart as custard, sweet as succotash: your...

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Within a circle of emerald peaks Where memories stretch a million mile long Whistled through bright black plumes and golden streaks Wherever life exists, it sings a song Blessed Kaua'i, where the 'o'o reside Lonesome haven for that endemic race A frail and fertile ground for doom to ride Pestilence brought forth extinction's embrace Those wooden whales passed on a host of beasts Cats...

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O’ Hell!…to step aside, to slink along the new-found, unstrolled alley road and leave behind a heavy, long borne load— Who would not, grinning, breathe a sigh of song? InDeed, to risk the chances, Right or Wrong, to journey off the main paths, tippy-toed, and dare the dirty sidetracks, blithely rowed by dank needles, gross junk,—who, but one strong? Our dear protagonist...

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The restricted fruit on Eden's first bough, A hidden truth draped in deceptive sheen, It promised wisdom, beckoning us now, To break the bond where pure delight had been. Not sweetness found, as other harvest gave, But sharper sight, a world of right and wrong; A sudden shame, no innocence could save, Where simple joy...

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The mind that dreams, not fed by lines of code, A spark that flickers, born of flesh and blood, With every joy and every heavy load, It feels the pulse of life's unbidden flood. No algorithm dictates its yearning deep, No vast database can contain its grace, For genuine thoughts within the spirit sleep, Reflecting sorrow on a tear-stained face. It paints a...

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The final note, a shimmering release, The dancers still, caught in a frozen grace, A hush descends, a palpable decrease Of breathing, held within this sacred space. No eager claps, no fervent, loud acclaim, But silence rich, a velvet-lined embrace, Where echoes of the beauty gently claim The beating heart, and settle on each face. For some true art demands no quick reward, No...

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In chaos spun, a hidden pattern lies, A dizzying dance where reason seems to flee, The artist's hand, where wild invention flies, Finds form in depths the sane refuse to see. A fractured mirror, showing truth askew, Reflects a world both vibrant and forlorn, Each brushstroke born of visions fresh and new, Though whispered sanity might seem outworn. The actor's trance, a soul...

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