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Sonnet Lyric Poems | Sonnet Poems About Lyric

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You Broke My Heart Not Hardly

You thought, you broke my heart when you walked out
Well old friend, have I got some news for you?
It stung a bit, of that there is no doubt
But honey, I was anything but blue

The day you left, I bought a Cadillac
I bought myself some diamonds for some bling
My love train kept on rollin' down the track
And all I left behind was big smoke rings

See, girls like you, give women a bad name
And guys like me, look out, for girls like you
The only thing you got from me was shame
Now, you're the one who's left singing the blues

You were a pane of glass right from the start
And by the way, I never had a heart

    February 7 2017
You Broke My Heart
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

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     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Long and slender with graceful curves   
Your embrace, curled close to my back.
Two peas in a pod, loves reserves.
Souls seek sweet slumber without lack.

Steadfastly, adoration grows.
And night’s sleeping becomes a dance.
Darkness befalls tomorrow’s glow.
Hypnotic grandeur grants love’s glance.

Synchronized, our two hearts leap.
Always, snuggled with true love fed.
Short and cushy, without a peep
We as one are to slumber led.

Two peas in a pod passion melt.
Cuddling in the twin sized bed.

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009

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Songwriter's Sonnet

Songwriter's Sonnet Come, sit here beside me – it’s where you belong. Hand me my guitar – I’ll sing you a song About roads I have traveled and bridges I've crossed On destiny’s journey from where I was lost. I can tell you of victories in faraway lands Fighting for causes no one understands. I've written of dangers that no man should face – I have written of things that time can’t erase Wanderlust drove me, for so many years, Through miles of wasteland and rivers of tears. I've been there and done that in so many things - I've written the songs that Destiny sings. My last song will be about that shining star That led me to Paradise – here, where you are. Written by John Posey 11/02/13

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013

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Acquainted with the Sunrise: in the spirit of Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with sunrise,
I have bathed in first light – then back in shadow,
I have felt tentative warm on closed eyes.

I have gazed over pink-tinged meadows,
I have passed by the swift and early bird,
And reached a hand to touch a half-lit rose.

I have stood still without a single word
When far away a tree frog croaked his song;
Across the meadow waking creatures stirred.

But not to stop the sun from glowing strong,
And further still to greet the red-gold skies;
On gently sunlit tree, birds linger long.

Daylight sheds night’s shadowy disguise.
I have been one acquainted with sunrise.

Copyright © Ginna Wilkerson | Year Posted 2006

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Way We Live

Culture is beautiful when expressed in the right light 
It is the drum we walk to, dance to
Everyday down city corner streets
It is the obstacles we walk through, run through
Everyday common as the passing faces we see

It is the temptation we indulge in, survive in
Everyday it rises 
like the sun 
and sets over horizons
It is the songs we hum to, succumb to
Everyday on the mornin' radio
constantly setting the mood 
givin' that vision to our way of life

Beautiful culture yields to beautiful life

Copyright © Kira Price | Year Posted 2014

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The Christmas tree

I have a small, small tree,
Covered by golden light.
Everyone is happy to see
My tree in Christmas night,
The star may be unseen,
An angel is in her prow,
The gift boxes are green  
Tied with a red bow,
The bedroom’s light is shut,
But the tree’s lights I keep.
Even so my love will put
Me and my girl to sleep
With a Christmas lullaby
And I will dream like a baby!

Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2014

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Woman Viking Warrior

See! Air is spotless. I give you its blood!
I impose Poetry´s Knife where you post
You who slept to kiss all and any Tod
A Prince for your home as a foolish host!

You had nerve to pull Arms against my Man
This Viking Armada waits your shoreline
It´s you who tried my song to scan
Go song! To Athen, London, back to Rhine

And when I wrote your Name in chilly air
I called you things you never really heard
Yet my melody hurts down to a hair
I´m no longer my tribe´s and line´s nerd

Sweden was a powerful Viking land
I take a blood-stained shield at my last stand

Copyright © Lis Lovén | Year Posted 2005

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Tears In The Wind

Tears In The Wind

Left hand deftly fingering strings on frets, 
While my right hand is picking or strumming. 
Composing a sad song about regrets
And searching a melody by humming. 
I easily find a chord progression,
Played in a melancholy minor key,
Then add some dynamics for expression--
Reaching a fugue-like state releases me
Fleeting perfection is my endeavor.
Like tears in the wind, now lost forever.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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It's a ripe hour under shield
And tranquil carefree splendid of the day
Quoting the splendour combination of beauty
It's the time on the lovers on board.
A butterfly pretty and pigeon beauty
Both are true and are mine
When duos redeemed, I was there
A babel of noise to must bubble
Won't I be backbitten as a backbencher?
I am an ally of the lovebirds
Background temptation must let go here
I am a friend and a best man to be
So, so and so thought should excuse my tract
And let me remain a matchmaker under zephyr.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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In Utero

I ****ing hate myself and want to die.
In Utero, I deem inspiration,
but not sarcasm or imitation.
My anguish is authentic and a cry
for help, but why would people waste their time?
Not like their so-called justification
for concern is any indication
that they care enough to bawl, weep and cry.
Nobody will even care when I’m gone,
much less the violated deity.
For that, I am ungrateful and alone.
I scorned her body with a written piece.
A conclusion which should have been forgone.
Forgone like death, which should put me at ease.

Copyright © Codie Johnson | Year Posted 2014

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So here you come, our back's against THE WALL,
and UMMAGUMMA,  you're the worst we've seen,
you'll  MEDDLE in our lives, that says it all,

I'd ride my BIKE, but there is too much rain,
if you SEE EMILY (she'll) PLAY for you,
and RELICS that you leave will be a pain,
if Roger Waters more what will we do???

Your ATOM HEART, MOTHER is stone and cold,
and US AND THEM you might be blowing soon,
like ECHOS of Camille, now dead or old,
you'll blow us to the DARK SIDE OF THE MOON.

Before you're done, we'll see PIGS ON THE WING,
SMALL FURRY ANIMALS, I'll rhyme this thing.

© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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Women can’t be compassionate, or their reputation’s dead
Can’t comfort the lost tourist, he’s the surrogate lover
As he sits on the theatre steps,  wearing loud red
Checks and braces, bewildered  when the play is over.

Women must be professional and never huddle
In doorways after rain, like an angel in a stupor
With life’s rejects,  looking for a cuddle
Sad casualities of money, or of having worn Lee Cooper*.

Women can’t be friends with male novelists, or film-makers
Or poets, who want to define mistresses, and wives,
Leaving creativity to the movers and the shakers,
Taking dignitas and money out of women’s lives.

This narrows the field to the tycoon, or the bore –
Feminists – choose death first! Webster’s honest whore.

*Apologies to Lee Cooper – I couldn’t resist the rhyme, in fact their jeans are as good as anyone else’s – at one time they were very cool indeed.

from IN MEMORY OF HER, 2004, 2008

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2016

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My Friend The Piano

You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth	

Copyright © Anashe Bartonia | Year Posted 2012

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I Sing For You

Dear baby, Daddy's boat is on its way. There blinks and whirls inside the starry sky a lighthouse sending us a gleaming ray. For you, my precious, is this lullaby. Your daddy rides tonight upon the sea. He's following the gulls that homeward fly, but soon you'll sit upon your Daddy's knee. I sing for you this seaside lullaby. The beacon's beam we see is light that guides, so close your eyes, sweet baby; sleep is nigh. As soothing as the rhythmic ocean's tides for you, my precious, is this lullaby. Dear baby, close your eyes and do not cry. I sing for you the seaside lullaby. For the Poetry Contest of Tracie ~*~Indigo Dreamweaver: "Lullabies"

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Tell me the lies that can't be caught.

Becloud the truth that can't be sought.

On the road once taken, you can't untrot,

If smokescreen breaks, Let light be brought.

Let amends be made of your self-begot,

Make my day! Make my day! Let deception rot.

If you choose otherwise, don pretty white lies,

You'd soon realise, that choice wasn't wise.

Shred open your guise, I'd pierce your eyes,

Till your vanity dies and consience cries.

'Cause that that is, can't be that's not.

And you know a road taken can't be untrot.

Don't wish exoneration that can't be sought.

Tell a lie! Tell a lie! That can't be caught.

March 13, '11
3:30 a.m.

Copyright © Pallavi Khera | Year Posted 2011

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old love rust not

Old Love Rust Not 
I walked across the bridge that spanned
over a white running river; and she was
there on the other side waiting for me.
One day she wasn´t there, she had gone
to Denmark to work as a nurse, but she
had not told me and had not left a letter
telling me why she had gone away.
I remember asking her, or was I begging?
Do you love me? Yes, I love you forever,
she had said, and kissed me tenderly. 
And now that I´m old I see that she said 
this to soothe my fear of not being loved.
Another spring and forty years has gone 
the river is the same, so is my love for her.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2013

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Vast Love

The love that kisses with a tasteless tear
A pain that can’t be painted on the soul
A longing for a place without a fear
Longing for a feeling that makes me whole
Beloved, words can’t heal my tattered heart.
As thorns pass me by the pain cant compare
That of the pain of being torn apart
Even the wind howls about it I swear
Tell me was falling in love my mistake
I chose my own fate and decided to stay
I will not let this love become forsaken
Love can’t just get up and spirit away
Love is worth overcoming a mountain
My love for you flows like a vast fountain

Copyright © Ana Ramirez | Year Posted 2011

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dfl on the time

the breathe will be cut
i write in live from my hut
i swim with my words
you fight yourself against these worlds
my ambition is to become a boss
too many have fallen down
now our pain we have known
king of the town
my thug wish to be
kiss the life baby
kiss my rhymes shady
the world turn too fast 
i run in my past.

god is the human apologize
to excuse his bad act
he refuses the reality of his fact

my brother is still in his cockpit
he thinks about his proper hit
that's why we ride on
we want the cash money on
the table and a ho to be gone

the blood on the floor like the water
the cry of the poor mother
no respect for the sister
and they are here still real nigga
still real gangsta

peace for the world
peace in my word

Copyright © DESIRE LAHOUI | Year Posted 2006

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The Orphanage

Small boy in an orphanage , his lyric written down, 
he’s thought about it several days, hoping now it’s found 
folded to an airplane, through the window to the crowd 
but no one see’s the message, no one hears the sound 

The orphanage so crowed, they do the best they can 
the outside world can be so cold, how would they understand, 
the home feeds little children, one by one in line, 
and the world should only hear, that every bodies fine 

His punishment is over, he’s moved to a higher floor, 
through the window goes his song, he’s trying it once more, 
folded to an airplane, through the window to the crowd, 
but no one see’s the message, no one hears the sound, 

Just outside his window, must be the largest tree, 
with all the captured airplanes, becoming snow white leaves, 
the wind sometimes will shake them but they land inside the wall 
such a lonely lyric , when you know how it will fall, 

His punishment is over, he’s moved to the highest floor, 
his pocket has the lyric, he’s trying it once more, 
he now becomes the airplane, through the window to the ground 
where the angels take the message, for the boy is heaven bound, 

written by Norm Taulbee 2005 (c)

Copyright © Norman Taulbee | Year Posted 2010

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Close Your Eyes

The twinkling sky sings bedtime now draws near.
Sweet thoughts shall bless your night; so, do not fear.
Sleep soundly ‘til tomorrow does appear.
Wake up refreshed and playful, baby dear.

The wishing angel visits in your dreams.
There lollipops are chasing new moonbeams.
And ice cream floats upon the winding streams, 
Until tomorrow ushers in sunbeams –

Tonight, my child, sleep tight; enjoy your rest.
Dreamland shall bring success to every quest.
Tomorrow shall be brightly filled with zest.
I love you, little baby; God has blest.

So, close your eyes and sleep; I am near.
And God shall keep you safe my baby dear.

© November 7, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Lullabies... 	
Sponsored by: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011

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Classic Lullaby

Close your eyes go to sleep, listen to this lullaby.
Rest your mind; release your woes, to justify.
As you lay so warm and delighted tonight,
Secure in your thoughts, without any fright.
The hours ahead shall be quiet and serene.
Dream of gold, diamonds clear, so pristine,
Close your eyes go to sleep, rest mortal soul.
Dream a dream of how to master your goal.
Night goes quick, but you are so very calm.
Rest all your bones, a mind of little qualm.
Pray that your woes are gone and forgiven.
That no nightmares arrive, or would be riven,
Wake your eyes, mornings come, do not stultify.
Sing again what has been sung, classy lullaby.

written for
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ A solitary sonnetist 
Contest Name Lullabies... 

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011

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Sarah Fair

Her every Golden strand of hair
reflects the sun upon the earth
surrounding us with greatest worth
is her beauty ever so rare
that it cannot truly be near
knowing I could not comprehend
this gift that only god could send
coming as if my heart to mend
together we'll so lovely blend
smile alone I hope she'll wear
in hopes to see her lying bare
and fill me with such earthly mirth
as we lay now so near the hearth
embraced in a luminesce stare

Copyright © Christopher Williams | Year Posted 2005

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not we the indians

high-priests are never family guy
indians are never family guy

when working,one-man army
during holidays,solo wanderer
high-priests are never family guy
indians are never family guy

when peace,no-rain like ban
during war,nuke like destruction
high-priests are never family guy
indians are never family guy

when commited,magic like colonising
during rest,magic like relinquishing world
high-priests are never family guy
indians are never family guy

Copyright © anil khanna | Year Posted 2017

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Lovely Lily

Time laughs as she looks luminously red
In my longish love-pot looking gorgeous
Rich nature has so fondly invested
Her with marine beauty so infectious

At morning she beautified my garden
With her softly reassuring pink grace 
At noon my white lily is quite ardent 
At evening oranges come on her face 

Maddeningly red lily she is now
Crimson murmur firing sparks from Venus
I am not sure of my art as to how 
To hold you tonight for a trip to Mars 

Lovely perfume frees all birds of frisson
Getting me inside the clouds from ocean
26/8/16 :For the Contest: And in words, she blooms
Sponsored by Casarah Nance

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

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Rolling Hills and Winding Road

Rolling Hills and Winding Road
by Jason Williams

A year ago you brought me here.
On tippy-toes I kissed your ear.
We laughed and played, and in the sun,
you took my hands, we danced and spun.

We laid together, side by side.
We watched a falcon way up high.
It was our favorite place to go,
the rolling hills and winding road.

The calmness and serenity;
this place is home for you and me.
A year ago you brought me here.
A year ago I held you dear.

And now were back, I’m on my knee,
and asking you to marry me.

Copyright © Jason Williams | Year Posted 2016

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Come Back

Why are you going away?
My turmoils are holding sway!
What shall I do so that you may come.
Come back ,Oh! dear make my depressed life gay.

I am not wrong my feelings say,
Miserable are the passing days,
My haps are passing away,
Come back ,Oh! dear make my depressed life gay.

Your murmur that I used to quitely hear,
Still it rings in my ears -
Your sorrow that I used to share,
Does occupy my feels major.

Remember dear -it was love alone--
That made king Lear leave the throne.

Copyright © Sonnet Mondal World Poet | Year Posted 2008

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American soldier

heaven patiently watches
the American soldier
from beyond this life
as his  wife cries and his brave son waves goodbye
father holds his mother as she prays ( god  keep my son safe)
the American soldier
so far  from home
you will never march alone
so brave
trying not to be afraid
as he fights  for all the world's rights
the American soldier

the American soldier
may angels surround
you ever 
second of day
and night as we pray

heaven watches and the 
American soldier stands high
in God;s  grace
we ask God please protect  our American soldier
and keep in safety,s sight,
 shield our american soldier within  god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier in god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light

Copyright © sandra byrd | Year Posted 2005

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The Miracle of Your Sweetness in Seedlings

Tranquility from your eyes, so golden
Panoramas in orange with violet clouds
Those magnificent dreams still unfolding
Secrets fill the skies with spirits aroused

While the mountains embrace the green valley
Your softness and sweetness evoke my thirst
You snuggled up in my arms with many 
Thoughts that the love birds do verily perch 

Mindfulness is wrapped in your kind nature
Lovable hugs that you give away free 
Like a white flower blossom in nature
When your hands work at liberating me

In our center circle, we play our parts
We're seedlings gathering our sunny hearts

Copyright © Laura G Sweeney | Year Posted 2016

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Irene was the American girl,
the only pretty one I should have based my romantic story on;
and that story is still unwritten...
not having been able to forget the rejection that turned into pain. 
Two bright and respectful kids we were,
growing up with Bob Dylan's intellectual poetry,
but mine was the waltz of a beautiful song...
with the words of the truest love I had ever written.
Brown and blue eyes would have made green eyes,
blonde and brown hair would have made auburn hair;
nothing but the handsomest boy or even the prettiest girl...
for us to love and proudly share for many happy years ahead. 

But who has been your darling since then?
Have you found tenderness in that man? 

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010

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Our Promise

Dear Judy Konos,
          OUR PROMISE    
Don't think We're down--You're country, tis of thee
For which our Flags been woven and unfurled,
this very thread, it binds us constantly,
becoming still the envy of the world.

In fifty states we grew to all we are,
and though some think God's guidance is not there,
this truth comes shining through in every Star;
Our Liberty of life shows ever'rywhere.

To tell the world, Come you, and learn our way,
there is no secret to how we have grown,
and in God's light, God's light is where we stay,
to guide you to what we have only known.

between each line, God's word is meant to share,
and "We the People..." is what keeps it there.
    by veebdosa 04/16/2011 (Dedicated to my friend Judy Konos in New Orleans)

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011