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Sonnet For My Muse

Alone, on my own, with no one to show; no one to share, no one to care. My muse, she feeds my hungry craves; her gifts, are in my notebooks, saved. My muse, she paints; in quiet space; reflects on things, within life’s race. Through time and space, she does meander; creating schemed, as to her viewpoint, I pander. Filling pages, with storied delights and painting dreams, I have at night. In nooks and crannies, secrets lie; of course, a few, will always hide. It’s my prerogative, you see; and that’s the way, I’ll always be.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

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Seeking The Answer -Miltonic Sonnet

The shadows creep and faintly in the sky,
stars begin to come to us with gentle light.
And once more our fancy doth take flight
with man's eternal question " oh God, why?
What place have we when then we die,
railing against the unknown we still fight.
Often that query comes unbidden in the night
as the time of our mortality marches nigh.
Now into the  depths of sky man sails
on wings of faith, answers cloaked in mystery.
We beat our breast in anguish, try to understand
the plan that lurks there behind the starry veil.
And so it has been given through all history
that perhaps answers are written only in shifting sand...


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

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Sonnet - Midwestern Lethargy

I am deprived of my old sweet relief,
Turning the page but turn to the leaf.
I spill out myself to sanction some space
To which I can return, try to compensate.
Contemplate and complicate my own design
I find this a fate to which I cannot resign.
Soaking in the petrichor of each night,
Of every solemnly forsaken fight.
Each decision and each disappointment
So boldly displayed in my temperament.
I need this safety net below me always to move
Even one step forward toward what I pursue,
Simple answers and the life good enough
Hoping life itself does not call my bluff. 

Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015

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Just Static (sonnet)

Doors within doors within doors within doors
just like some silly three stooge comedy.
Now I am standing on some Scottish moors,
Islamic Jihad is setting out tea.
It just never ends, and it never stops,
this insane babble just plays in my head.
Now this tower of inanity flops
from one subject to the next subject, dread
visions flow to joy, but now no nearer
to divine Godhead than to the blackheads on
my chin. Oh, I'd love to be the bearer
of glad tidings but nirvana's been down
on her luck lately and still needs a fix.
Getting past that third chakra's just a bitch.

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007

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Petrarchan Sonnet: If no one else breathed in this wide, wide world

Petrarchan Sonnet: If no one else breathed in this wide, wide world

If no one else breathed in this wide, wide world
   Will one know one exists under this sun
Or how will he guess he’s the only one
   If none thought of him in some other world

Will he then climb upon some hill all bold
   To announce: Where is there another son
Not just the wayward scowling wind undone
   By thunder – great tyrant out to scold

Alone bears this man the pain of mankind
   Left to look for answers in porous sky
None else around to guide his erring hand

If he but an instant shut his lone mind
   Even an attosecond long gone by
Will earth and sky stay true not second hand.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2013

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Sonnet 4

What is a man, nay, what am I?
More than just the 350 lbs staring back at myself?
Am I nothing more than a collection of scars and wealth?
Recall, if you would, the line “I can see your soul in your eye”
So am I an eye? Then why even try?
Why attempt to lose the weight, get in better health;
Why talk to a soul, just live alone in stealth?
This seems a grand life for I.

But maybe I’m an eye, an observer
More than that, maybe I’m a catalyst, or a part-
I think I’m not a loner; I’m just scared of the fervor.
Here comes a truth, something closer to the heart
I want to be included in this life, even as just a server
Because serving in the day, is better than sitting in the dark.

Copyright © Dalton Powell | Year Posted 2013

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Sonnet to Society

Plagued by agents of disinformation,
smearing objectivity with a spoof,
as if a lot of followers equals confirmation, 
a lie told often enough becomes truth.
Rumours of the Swine and depopulation,
aliens, free energy and speculation,
aur silence and tolerance bring ramification,
we need to stop for a day of contemplation,
it does not take long to realise who control’s each and every nation.
Beneath the facade of illusion,
the puppet master reaps with his confusion.

WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...

Copyright © Lance Lawlor | Year Posted 2009

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Midsummer Sonnet

A fall wind just did recon down the trail.
It's midsummer, this wind did not belong.
Cold, from the North, it noted all detail
of the terrain, although it didn't stay long.
I caught it unawares as it wove in
and out of trees still green and flowers strong
with scent, grasses while gold had life wthin
Bugs and butterflies still work all day long.
It must have noted that the blackberries were
just starting to ripen, a little slow
to be sure, and the stream was still a lure
to small boys walking against its down flow.
Could it be this wind's report will reveal
summer weak, and that fall will soon prevail?

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007

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My Shakespearean Sonnet

What Shakespeare didn’t write he left to me
In this, a brand new world and century
The English language lives and breathes, alive
A poet’s job is helping it survive

The Muses use us, soul and body, mind
To write of things that can not be defined
The subject matter always stays the same
It’s love and hate, it’s greed and fear and fame

New words evolve to name the things we see
But subject matter stays through history
Our hands the only instruments of worth
To help the Muses speak and then give birth

Their words are bridges crossing deep divides
That bring to man the peace that truth provides

Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2006

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My Super Sonnet

April 28, 2010

My Super Sonnet

Multiple overwhelming thoughts trample upon me in a wild way.
Stunned as well as in awe I am compelled to rise upon my own.
So then I thought no possible way, I will have to be overthrown.
Yes, I definitely have to be thrillistically creative every single day.
Now I am living it and now I know excellence so longer I stay.
Yeah, I do have it going on and got it all nailed to a white stone.
You see, now it is on! I’m sizzling hot up on my game full-blown.
Yes, yes, yes, we are on some kind of fire would you like to play?

I am going to think about you on this full moon.
Maybe you have dug yourself into a cozy grave.
Maybe you like the way I situate myself so soon.
Maybe its resistible greed or I’m just that brave!
Look! I’m feeling you out bringing you my super sonnet, a tat for tit.
Indeed! I’m your full spread of Par-Kay or Blue Bonnet, I’m up on it!

® Registered: Ann Rich 2010

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010

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My Poetic Double (Nestorian Sonnet)

He grins like sweet summer sun and dons a musky mojo,  
causing the blooms to titter and roll their sweat onto him;
trancing the sage-less, sarky studmuffins to stare in awe;
and I, the shufflebutt, love to lean my days on his beam.

Like sugar pine he is to me that scares not the swallows,

who are in sound search for the fragrance of elysian life. 
Critters beyond twilight are no better against his sense 
of humor, which oft makes me surely grow in such a rife
for when the banshee wind wails I’ll not be in a pretense.

But when all around him, not calm, or earth is in hollows,

there is this wrath in him that he can wake in a fine line
and prick you without knowing, as if you touch the roses
and sense their thorns. Also, in his choler there is his kind
of love; feel it, be the perfect cone of my heart’s verses.

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2010

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Another Sonnet Written at a Coffee House

You sink into the bosom of the chair 
And wonder if I too once sat amidst 
The chattering, white coffee sipping fare— 
The lonely writers ‘pining for a kiss. 

Did I peer out over the porce’lain mug 
And purse my vulgar mouth over the lip 
My eyes a’roll behind my glasses’ fog 
My writer turning phrase and spinning quips? 

Did I curl my toes under my feet 
Threading my fingers ‘round the scolding cup 
My yellow molars grinding to the beat 
Of meds-a-glee and glutt’nous caffeine ups? 

I didn't’t sit cross-legged and introverted— 
I flipped through glossy pages and consorted.

Copyright © Nick Hertzog | Year Posted 2010

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Sonnet - Of Knives

They say that success is a sharpened blade,
And I whet mine each day so carefully.
In the steel my reflection ever ablaze
My eyes glint with blunt functionality.
Slicing precisely—a delicate process
of practiced strokes sliding back and forth 
each gesticulation into the pith causes
the blood to gush under the traumatic blunt force
and to splatter upon—ever so faint
the bleached cutting board, collecting the bloodstains
and the inscriptions of countless knife strokes.  
Relics of the grind—the daily rituals—
—Wherein I often lose myself, and become like this blade
 more and more dull with each passing day.

Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015

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When I do think on the past days of my life
There seems to be a thread I do realize
From the moment of my birth `tis but a strife
Each step takes me closer to my demise
Life`s a journey, it is often said
A world of mirrors that can bend and stretch
This realm of ghosts, ne`er to know what`s ahead
Struggling till Death comes all of us to fetch
But of that day and hour knoweth no man
We scurry hither and thither, then go suddenly sour
Spoiled so soon; the game we barely began
The ominous bells are tolling, hour after hour
The curtains rise, and fall they must
We are made from, and must return to dust

Copyright © laszlo kecsedi | Year Posted 2013

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UNAPPRECIATING 11-20-2012 acrostic-ENGLISH Sonnet

Unwilling to trade her time for my rhymes?
Needless to say, this is never the way
Any Poet earns a flirtaceous dime,
Paid whenever efforts are made each day.
Perhaps this task could be too much to ask
Right now. How much time does it take to make
Efforts? Escort sadness behind my mask,
Creating a debating heart that breaks.
Insensitive or misunderstood acts
Always cause questions to be asked of each,
Teaching us to, first, straighten out the facts,
Instead of letting truth get out of reach.
Not showing the things that need to be shown,
Gets in the way of things that should be known.

Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2012

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Cornish Sonnet

Journey's end evades, ever evading
Pleasures trampled upon, beached, down wind
Though hopeful, lone strangers keep rescinding
Flights of wanton fancy bedazzle me
Hard facts in consequences I have binned
Though in searching no-one seems to agree

Overland territories in spatial climes
Amalgamate in their entirety
Fingers filter currency, cents and dimes
Cast off to foreign shores, I would be bound
Oh to be wealthy wise, accrue plenty
Feted, lauded, plaudits crowned

Journey's end evades, ever evading
Overland territories in spatial climes

Copyright © theresa stephens | Year Posted 2014

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Honestly, I admit that I hate you
With every fiber of my being,
Because, no matter what I try to do,
My efforts are not what you are seeing.
I have to tell you that you are the most
Arrogant, obnoxious, self-absorbed wretch,
Who has no character of which to boast,
Which has been proven through this game of fetch.
You are entertained by your own rudeness,
Thus making yourself look quite pathetic.
And, adding that element of crudeness,
Provides an unattractive aesthetic.
I said all of this to "secure 'a win,'"
And now I must say, "Thank you, come again!"

Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2010

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West Virginia Sonnet

They call my home the mountain state
Though, also has many large hills.
Crazy curves that swerve sway, around.
Slipping sides of the roads do show.
These may be negatives to some.
However, deliver such sights
The glorious colors that flaunt,
During all the seasons that live.

Mountains stand tall over the hills.
Foliage of every hue,
Wooded centers flow all over.
Nature abounds gloriously.

West Virginia hills majestic.
Almost Heaven, they say, so free.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010

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Aging (SONNET)

Of youth, I dare not say ado, yet wait
upon the willing heart that I be spared
that visit standing at the Pearly Gates,
I bide my time, not hurried to go there.

For on this Earth I tarry not to die,
believing soul and body to unite,
hence, the tongue in silence gives no cry,
with my Lord I stand in glorious light.

Grim Reaper, oh dreaded one, be not proud
for many, not I alone, must now fight
to keep our youth in the maddening crowd,
and know that never we should fear the night.

Alas, 'tis not from aging I dispair
but from telling mirror I must beware.

Copyright © Tamara Hillman | Year Posted 2005

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Sonnet: Special moments

~ Sonnet: Special Moments

There are days when I want just to sit  ‘round
and during this time relax just doing nothing
And from my porch enjoy views without frown
It's nice to dream and let go of many things

This day is nice and is not cold or warm
Is a great day and the sky is nice blue
No cloudy day no rain and not a storm
There's nothing now to ruin this precious day

I wish I do that in a day like this
But I know I can't stay too long that way
I want to remember good times ~ people I miss
I see butterflies I'm having a great day

I want to grab sheets and pen and write too
and friends this is the way I'm feeling today.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2008

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Every second passes by me unseen But I can feel the weight of one minute After each hour my mind becomes keen: That these days are adding up bit by bit. Each week my personality alters A year goes by and my mind starts to twist Decades pass and it seems as time falters, My mentality gets lost in time’s mist. Yet when I am with you the clock stands still If only I could exploit these feelings I could stop the sands of time at my will But I’m not capable of these dealings Time now steals what I already forgot My mind starts to fade but our love will not

Copyright © Patrick Tuttleman | Year Posted 2010

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A ZEN Sonnet: Everything comes from Nothing which is Something

A ZEN Sonnet: Everything comes from Nothing which is Something

Everything comes from Nothing which is Something
Something comes from Nothing which is Everything
Everything comes from Nothing which is No-Thing
No-Thing comes from Some-Thing which is Any-Thing

Everything’s both Something just as well Nothing
Nothing can never be No-Thing and Nothing
Take No-Thing from Some-Thing and you get Nothing
Take Nothing from Something and get Everything

In the end does it matter if there’s Nothing
Only to your aunt who hasn’t seen Any-Thing
And what if you said you must have Everything
You can’t have it all even if there’s No-Thing

Do we go through lives already have-been lived
How else can some tell in detail Life un-lived

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Sonnet: The Secret of Success: Love

(English Sonnet)

You can’t really succeed without love
Love or its lack will make you weak or strong
Love is the key to success from God above
And its power is a victorious song!

With love we can overcome all kind of evil
God give us all a heart and soul to love
With an option to be kind forgive ill
And we can do it walking in His love.

Sometimes you may think that you can’t do this
But let me tell you in Jesus name you will
Cause walking in His Word/ Light is the key
Think hard, you decide! God’s way or your will.

Just keep in mind that God/Love never, ever fails!
Do everything with love, heart with joy will fill!

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2008

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Sonnet Of Sorrow

When first the world  as infants we enter
We must needs be shaped and  moulded for use.
Attention then does  upon us centre
Wherein we too soon learn our true selves to lose.
Wrapped warmly in constricting  prejudice
That is the time we learn to love and hate.
We march  blindly to confront and dismiss
Those outcasts whom we ridicule and slate.

When close to the  final end we approach
With clearer minds we can view our journey.
Then will our hearts be burning with reproach
At the pain wrought by our cruel army.

Pardon must be our ultimate desire
For all our flaws and faults ,ere we expire.

Copyright © denis bruce | Year Posted 2007

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A Sonnet

A Sonnet 

A civilization is outraged. 
The hydra-headed monster 
Of terrorism prepares coffins for the innocent. 
A six month old's flesh is scarred. 
Petrol bombs at Godhara* 
Mocking at the concept of human rights. 
Where are fundamental rights? 
Where is humanism? 
Where is secularism? 
Where is socialism? 
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere. 
Only the naked opportunism of politicians. 
Godhara reminding the poet of 9/11. ** 
But, in India nobody sheds a single tear for the immense loss of life. 

*Godhara is a place in Gujrat, India. During the early half of 2002,a 
severe tragedy occurred there. Petrol bombs (i.e. burning bottles 
full of petrol) were thrown at a train, killing a number of hapless people. 

** On this date, there was terrorist attack on WTC of USA.

Copyright © Dr. Nilanshu Kumar Agarwal | Year Posted 2008

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Sonnet 6

Now ... tell me the truth at 80 spaces .
Oh yes monthly at no extracted cost ,
trumpet swans announcing "All-New" "Chases"
... Gameshow w-/ only purpose " Just stay lost".
scratch that ... start at the count ... three Faces.
flicker on screen , once more , spider webbed frost.
Pulse of cheekbone ; paper Artic traces ...
Hailing to the Fanatic's RoseArm crossed.

	... Why just imagine , All times // All places ...
Daydream reality clearly embossed 
by Our pristine chords reading "All's Debased" ...
Job to do ... hands join ... Avert as off tossed 
I may stain ... lip gloss ... gulp of life wasted.

All Presents, Our Situation Hostage .

Copyright © George Stal | Year Posted 2011

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sonnet too

I touched upon a dream perfectly chorographic 
as a ballet troupe of sardines avoiding predators.
A dance where no one applauds and everyone 
is a loser, sad except for the mysterious beauty
 of shimmering silver in a bottle- green ocean. 

I touched upon a dream sparkling as fizzy wine
bobbles clung to cool glass disappearing with 
plop- a momentarily rush of happiness- murmour 
of voices; then the wine was still, yet for a second
the of mysterious wonder is remembered.  

I touched upon a dream cold as a winter forest,
blue, frosty mist wrapped around trees; layers 
of snow on the lake of recollection, but one day
a mysterious flash; and all will be remembered.  

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012

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Somber sonnet

I sit here on a fine spring evening,
watching as a slight breeze eases the leaves
in the twilight. I am seeking meaning
in a world where a widow, silent, grieves
in Falluja. I sit here keyboarding,
wondering whether to have one more bowl
of ice cream, secure in my wondering,
whether the knee that causes me to howl
and slow my tennis game would get me caught
in cross fire in Tikrit, how I might fare
as a non-violent soul in a land wrought
in hatred. Unwilling to act or care
as I relax for the next morn's travel,
of my complicity in that land's travail.

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007

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One Short Affair After Another (sonnet)

Temptations crooking fingers pinched a nerve
seducing me in moments of distress,
and I, so hungry for the calming curves;
I flirted with my old desire I guess. 
The lapse perhaps is just a lapse and yet
the guilt is still too raw, the smoke too fresh.
How can I cure a failure and forget
the rituals that haunt my tainted chest?
Ah, time, sweet time won't fleece this strung-out fool
of weaknesses that count backwards to when
I worshipped you by cartons, let you rule
just as I let you rule my moods again.

I've not forgotten you, not one small trace,
the cough, the rasp, the residue I taste.  

Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2007

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Sonnet IV

Fleeting moments suspended in freezing air,
     One-sided passion burning like a cigarette,
A taste of feigned innocence and feigned lack of care
     Moving to the music of dreams we will soon forget.
So tell me now; kiss the bottle and spin the girl.
     Our lips show off the unsecrets they know about
And greedily caress inspired skin, unfurl
     A thousand fleshy rose petals and what's left out:
Our sins in ashes of our bodies, smoldering
     Coals in retrospect. Dance in the flames that consume
Our thoughts and actions-a distant sense of folding,
     A closer sense of cloud cover: impending doom.
Our bodies touch, they bloom, and quickly they will wilt
Upon the gravestones of the emotions we killed.

"Sonnet IV"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad

Copyright © Jenna-Nichole Conrad | Year Posted 2012