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My Sanctuary Sonnet

I find sanctuary in this sonnet
when as verdant hills rhymes do fall and rise
with aspens quaking in the windless skies.
One such will have blue birds flocking on it.

The trees shall be my muse and bid me write
while I in white gazebo am ensconced
with flowers vased, each color a nuance
in my lyrics, a-blush at first then white.

As I meander through a cloudless dream 
the shades ever change in the wake of love.
Each line will fit my lyrics like a glove
while blue birds harmonize in morning's gleam.

Eyes of love are each an estuary
in the sonnet of this sanctuary.


4th Place
Form S Contest
Sponsor:  Broken Wings
7/27/17

Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017


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Captured - Sonnet

Cecropia, transported through the night
on satin wings lined white in their design,
hovers over innocence by moon’s shine.
A fragrant bloom has stopped him in his flight,
and on a petal he prepares to light.
He ceases fluttering so as to dine
on that sweet nectar of his valentine.
And I alone am witness to this sight.

The moth and orchid's union gladdens me
as wayside, I am frozen where I stand,
for what I've found, though simple it may be,
has purpose and is nothing short of grand.
Now captured by the beauty that I see,
I let my net slip gently from my hand.


For Brian Strand's "Any Poem of 2011" Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Wreathing Sonnet

Past portraits of ancestral knowing
keep our knowing alive through folk lore,
traditional lore is still showing,
habits showing convention before.
Observance comes before each pathway,
bygone pathway shows how we live now,
what manifests now is our new day,
where each day displays what fates allow.
Customs allow us our connection,
our connection to past is esteemed,
ancestors esteemed by protection,
the protection of what we have dreamed.
We achieve what we dreamed at long last
made to last through the rites of our past.

Copyright © Krow Fischer | Year Posted 2010


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September Sonnet

Scent of change upon the breeze,
as we bid farewell to Summer.
Hear the softly spoken murmur,
of leaves changing in the trees.
The cooler nights begin to tease,
as we reach for blankets, warmer.
We try to stave off Winters rumour,
in the last warm days we seize.

The moon's harvest ring shines bright,
seems to be made of a bed of talcum.
Homes are sheltered, windows shut tight,
yet emit a feeling of welcome.
Wood smoke lends its flavor to night,
as I walk in the birth of Autumn.



For the contest; September-Your Choice
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Placement: 1st

Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011

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A SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET

The moon doth appear in that dark horizon
And glistens with a beam of drifting light.
Let thy passions stroll with the companion
Of forlorn hovering clouds in moonlit night.
O Nature, sing not thy lonesome songs again
For I doth find a friend in each of thy cells.
I rejoice in thy touch even in wrecked pain
And my life hath mend its stuttering wheels.
Dazed weariness once mocked my forlorn being
Ere it came unto thy shelter, Mother Nature!
Whilst my morale dips in bosom, come and sing
A song of Love that warmeth every creature.
Nature hath a bliss that drenches our dry mind,
Pouring tender showers amidst the roughest wind.


(This is the first time I have tried to write a Sonnet, so, please pardon my shortcomings)

Copyright © Osman Gani | Year Posted 2011

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Sunrise Sonnet

I stand upon our Makakilo hill
And gaze toward the valley calm and still.
The brilliant sun will soon be rising high
Morphing rays of gold in the twilight sky.

The clouds are rimmed in light as Sol ascends.
Another day in paradise begins—
As birds begin their chorus in the trees
Our flag waves softly in Hawaiian breeze.

A floral scent embraces humid air
Of heaven's divine fragrance sweet and fair.
I love to rise before the dawn each day
Enriched by nature's wonders as I pray.

I see the good in all mankind and know
That peace will come to nations as we grow.


(non-traditional Sonnet)

Happy Easter to Everyone!

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2010

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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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Winter Sonnet

Those that must have fled the alien shore
or sought respite at home, secure
in knowledge that when the time is right
they will resume their never-ending fight

The piccturesque masks danger deep within,
ice covered pools with surfaces too thin
to bear the weight of unsuspecting feet,
a thin white line where sky and landfall.

And yet, hope springs eternal year by year -
a Christmas rose, all white, will oft' appear
to contrast with the red of robin's breast,
both with with the strength to fight the Winters' test.

Against the harshest elements to stand
another year, just as nature planned.


Copyright © Mike Roberts | Year Posted 2013

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Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber



French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD
Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

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A Water Sonnet

Rivers roll, across the lands
and their song is heard, by many ears.
While oceans roll, upon the sands 
and cry their crystal tears.

The tides will help to cleanse the earth; 
sand-showers; they are free.
Though ocean-lands, may have a wide girth;
the tides will find it, yes siree!

Water is the source of life; 
a precious, roaming gift.
A lack of water, produces strife
and sands, they cannot shift.

So pray, the rain, will always come.
To water’s music; life must hum.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

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Summer Sonnet

A wakening to days with longer hours,
evening sun to dry the April showers,
and bluebell carpets through the woods appear
as if by magic, Summer's almost here.

The early morning skyline filled with song,
when one bird starts the others sing along,
harmonic chorus echoing the dawn,
inspiring life from seed and egg and spawn.

The colours grow to brighten each new day.
Laughter rings out from children at their play.
A clatter made by man pervades the air
form mower, trimmer, harvester and share.

A time to reap the largesse from the land
in preparation, just as Nature planned.

Copyright © Mike Roberts | Year Posted 2013

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Sonnet from the Porch on Geese

Sonnet From the Porch.. on Geese


Why linger still upon an ice bound pond
lone feathered symbol huddled warm and dry
dine upon the fresh sweet sprouting frond
unable to assault the fleeing sky.

Bloodline circle beckons join the draft
can nature’s simple truth become undone
weary wings abandon ageless craft
passing on the future to the young.

I cannot travel with them all their days
nor burden gaggle with slow flapping wings
while longing for the feel of old sun rays
watch as they depart for future springs

Thus rendered faster in their flight
seeking out their day and I my night.



John G. Lawless

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014

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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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Gentle Wind Sonnet

Gentle Wind Sonnet


East wind blew this far south today
gusts that soothed my weary soul
There at my sweet spot on the bay
sitting there in tree filled knoll

Songbirds singing to Spring's step
a melody of sun's splashing light
Beauty so fantastic I openly wept
dreading days ending into the night

Blossoms giving that fragrant smell
jostling branches right in tune
As if the earth rejoices to tell
fair weather right on into mid-June

Wind gusts that eased my old pains
gentle ones bringing no hard rains!

Robert J. Lindley, 04-25-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Shakespearean Sonnet

Sienna’s notebook matches the blue sky,
along with the stripes in her plaid shirt sleeves.
Cold pushes me and I wonder why.
The ground is littered with the trees’ old leaves.
Grass is dying from the lack of sunlight. 
Trees constantly dance to their own wind song.
Ants run from it, thinking it is frostbite.
Leaves silently wish they could dance along.
Flowers wilt; frost covers like a blanket. 
All the leaves in the ground are colorful, 
not quite losing their bright colors just yet.
Plants die but nature is still beautiful. 
The school buses getting cold from winter
resemble cheddar cheese on a burger.

Copyright © Seema Seredy | Year Posted 2017

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Mister Nibbles Ameri-Sonnet

<                      amidst grass carpet he plays
                        long ears bushy tail white paws
                        nibbles bulbs munches away
                        poor little thing had some flaws


                         hides hair braided and despaired
                         didn't stop this little guy
                         thought to self this wasn't fair
                         bowed head and started to cry


                         nectar is what he had sought
                         on this hopeful days journey
                         not to be trapped or be caught
                         or carted off on gurney



                         Mister Nibbles came to play
                         In garden's bedding today

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

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Blossom Sonnet

When the winter winds have stole

   their shivered breath,

And warmer now, snow is shed,

   what lovely can bring when it sings;

(From mountains deep to waken sleep)

And gather the birds to their blossomed boughs,

   singing their elated woody sounds,

   (gently loitering in elder trees)

   speckled chirps in forest green

Neath budding Sylvan mistletoe 

   the earth is born-again, 

   ages old

   returns this ditty of long ago

   (til rejoicing in leafy worlds)

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014

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NATURE SONNET

Here by the green glades and the babbling brook
Waters cascading bright like silver foam
The breeze rustling through pages of my book
Bring memories flooding of my sweet home
Where the sun reflects on the silent pool
Waters falling on rocks like silver spray
Trees resplendent in green, shady and cool
Skies darkening, turning a sullen gray
The setting sun burnishing gold, the trees
Sending bright shafts of golden glitter sprays
Sweet blooms dancing so gaily in the breeze
Like through a prism forming rainbow rays

Skies painted in range of hues bright and bold
Violet, pink, purple, orange, red and gold.
   

Copyright © Nandita Das | Year Posted 2016

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Rhyming sonnet

Keeping—the Syllable Count
Knowing—How to Rhyme
This – is—What keeps is a—Sonnet
Annoying – Iambic—Line

Constantly – Chiming—and Gushing
Blowing—in Merciless – Gusts
And Yet—Still always reminding
Attend to it—While it lasts

Stemming from – Nature’s Rebellion
Or – Simply—Pressuring Air
Or If it’s Heaven—is Gentle
Just Quietly—Whispering There

Flying and Swimming—in Space
Gliding—with the – Utmost Grace


Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013

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A Sonnet For The Endearing Rose

A gentle being, is the rose;
though its nails can be quite sharp.
The lovely flower, I suppose; 
controls the human heart.

For valentines, it bleeds so red; 
for mother’s, yellow sun.
All will bow their lovely heads; 
once their day is done.

Their fragrance, it will mesmerize; 
all those who are near.
It doesn't matter, what their size; 
lovers, they draw near.

So much more regal than the rest; 
the rose, is nature’s family crest, 

7-29-2014

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

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Sonnet 1

A canvas high and felt traced tips
With background broad and tint azure
None posed in space with limbs being clipped
The sketch of liberty one saw

When pillars then in holes are tucked
Sore eyes in Gaya’s comfort seek
While plumes of sentiment are plucked
Love lingers on in love’s mystique

Time let the warble low to swoop
And beak like marble gloss to shine
Thoughts flicker on life’s endless stoep
In tandem with the sun that mimes

That morn when words and wheels are cleansed
 Found true and veiled in mortal condensed.

Thabiso Nkoana©2013-04-21

Copyright © thabiso nkoana | Year Posted 2013

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Sonnet About Georgia USA

Seeing as how Georgia has mountains
That rise above the beautiful coast
Mountains gather snow some winter morns
Helen is quietly nestled there

Gold was found in those hills long ago
Still being mined today in Dalton
The blasts are felt at night__slight rumble
Gold awaits__the huge vein there they say

Down at coast awaits a day of play
Fun in the sun or boat ride on marsh
See the Dolphins greeting dance at river
Savannah Beach for a day or stay

Georgia has variety mountains high
Coastal plains____I can not complain

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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The Spider's Great Thread-An English Sonnet

Silver lining hides bold spider in tow
Remaining firm to particular state
Though whispered soft winds causes lines to fro
Forever true its bond to blanched white gate

Strong, therefore, the cord of this spider’s silk
Spinning correct, for it’s done in great deed
Although the roses, now scentless, will wilt
Steadfast silver web is not easily freed

Perfection, the master’s making is clear
It’s intent, to harbor a fine, good meal
Although you remove it in reckless fear
Spider shall rebuild its striking appeal

The delightful web requests no grand dread
High regards from me in spider’s great thread

Copyright © Marco Borda | Year Posted 2007

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NGERIAN SONNET

Newly adopted toddlers mourN
Indemnity as locus  standI
Gold-crests laG
Event invites the employeE 
Rodeo on the wealthy riveR  
Irrevocable superminI
And the black gold run et ceterA 
Nobles with black gold gains remaiN


Spectacles of other specieS
Opener ramains incognitO
Ne'er-do-well holds the horN
No one remembers the mooN
Expatriate  the extra farE
Teach the gospel momenT

Copyright © AJAYI RASHEED | Year Posted 2013

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Sonnet 7 For Debbie's Crown of Sonnets

I must build a shelter, to fight off the cold.               
A rugged fortress lest poachers return –
My bloody blazer, now, filthy fivefold!
I am shivering cold; fire won’t burn.
I stealthily creep seeking higher ground.               
With every fear a worn mind can churn,                   
I crawl beneath some trees; more wood is found.    
Two bundles, brushwood: birch twigs, logs, to burn.
I build a warm blaze upon the bare earth.              
Then, cook up some vittles: vermin and fern.            
While feeding my hunger, I loosen my girth.
Then, see a mineshaft; my hope starts to yearn.                 
Distantly hidden, completely unmanned.
Through the north woods I come, my bow in hand.  

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2014

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1 - SONNET ON VISION

What inward sight illuminates our way -
Whose lucid eye can all the ages span -
To see the Mystic Law that holds its sway
Beyond the endless birth and death of Man?
The luminary moon, when night is done,
Still rules the tides, though the daylight hides it.
The lotus always turns to face the sun
And yet what blossom eye ever guides it?
The cross-eyed men with intellect adorn
Their intuitions - blind who lead the blind -
The common mortals - blind when they were born -
With doubtful eyes that Truth could never find.
   We look - we stare - we gaze and gaze - but we,
   With sightless eyes, forever fail to see.

      
 – Harley White  

< October 6, 1999 >

Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2014

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First Sonnet

Precious gift bestowed upon us by Lord , 
is mother nature, the philanthropist  
Who happily takes care of her wards  
and shows mercy to her inhabitants  

The Sun shines in morning to wake us up  
Stars and moon illuminate the night sky  
Birds chirp melodious songs to cheer up  
Because of her grace,we boast ecstasy  

She will never give us burden or pain  
She grants us the imperishable love  
Even dark clouds across the sky bring rain  ,
the rationale behind graceful rainbow 

But poor men incognizant of her worth  
Trying to ruin the heavenly earth 


This is my fiftieth poem.I just want it to be special and so I have chosen the Sonnet form.

Copyright © Supraja Kannan | Year Posted 2016

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Clematis Cirrosha (French sonnet)

Great grin, glow, O glow, ‘til grizzled I grow, humming
Brightly bring bliss back before boredom burns me black 
My morn muse minding merry mountains’ moulded rock 
Tantalizes thoughtless thought that taunts thoughtless thing   
Lulling, longing, life with you, my love lives each day    
Whispering wind warmly wheeze words o’ awe, I feel 
Forever, firm beauty you own, as always will
Be beauteous blossom, bed o’ boredom stays at bay    

Dearest darling, don’t dare dry honeyed aroma 
Tempest thorns o’ thunders though sure to us they throw 
Yet, you-- yodelled youth o’ yore to death not to sow 
And, Angels adore you-- Clematis Cirrosha
Let love o’ mine, for you, flow in the darkest night
Heart diamond o’ thine, how precious is your light	

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008

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Sonnet: Special moments

~ Sonnet: Special Moments
(Sonnet)

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
copyrigh@2008


October,29,2008

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2008

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SONNET for Mother's Day to My Wife and Daughters

(Written about 2005, as a sonnet, but I cannot recall why I used 13 rather than 14 syllables per line. Maybe Petrachan? Forgive me if it fails the sonnet test.)


For My Wife and Daughters: STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
eighty percent water in me wants unity here oscillating in bones, gurgling words in my bloodstream, verging on vigorous waterways, my own river converging dreams, I take our daughters to park and stream few, if any, waterfowl and fauna peek at us now tiny tributaries of separation bring dirt now, even in spring, the waters are still running low no flowers or flora frolic between sky and earth we inhabit deltas of exuberance, then the freeze … shallows of calm showed my girls sunfish, pebbles galore abounding like diamonds in my land of jealousies now, as streams in the world begin to slow, run shallow I am one in the God of all, born of Africa my daughters’ bloodstreams murmur songs of America

Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017