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Sonnet Song Poems | Sonnet Poems About Song

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The Sweetest Song

(This is about an Irish/Celtic legend:
Oenghus & Caer)

A hundred-fifty swans in dancing light
of sun were shimmering upon the lake
when Oenghus, God of Love, beheld the sight
and called to her who made his poor heart ache,

“You haunt my dreams. I die for love of you!”
With her reply, the cloak that he had on
changed into soft white wings, for love was true.
And thus it was he joined her as a swan.

How great their joy when Oenghus met his mate,
the fair Caer, there in the gleaming throng.
Imagine knowing bliss to be your fate!
In unison, they sang a wondrous song.

It sweetly lulled all listening to sleep,
a melody their hearts would ever keep.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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A Springtime Song

Mother nature’s songs I cannot exceed 
Of the Whippoorwill out in open field
They partake of mother’s bliss free of greed
Birds and their songs give of mother’s free will

Meadowlark songs of many are preferred 
Though Scissortail flycatchers slice thin air
I favor Mocking bird of which I’ve heard
He sings all bird songs, I desire to sire

Mocking bird songs do surge with bird’s great urge 
Whip-her-Will, he sings at night on the hill
Of Mocking bird songs , be of which I splurge 
Awesome flight as dotted blades of windmill 

Nature,  birds and songs to springtime belongs
Nature’s spring refreshes men with bird songs 

First Contest: Sonnet Me
In honor of: Sara Kendrick
#1) abab, cdcd, efef, gg

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011

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Rhythm of a distant song

The storms were strong with the wind fierce and the waves high
Always trying to stay afloat, to not drown and try to learn to fly
Survival became a way of life, to make it through opposing current
While I spoke the truth, they lashed at me, twisting what I meant

It was cold, so cold, many times in the middle of the dark night
When everything good, seemed to be completely out of sight
Then one day when the sun did rise, he suddenly came along
I could hear the rhythm of a soothing, comforting, distant song

The waters calmed like a mirror of glass, I could see reflections
It had been so long and I didn’t have the usual objections
It was different as the scenery slowly evolved and changed
As I adapted to new things and my thoughts were rearranged

Although without wings, I was flying, but no longer alone
Across the sphere of clear skies, where the wind had blown

Heidi Sands


Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017

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Wolf Song

When air is still and dread silence suffocates
death violates esteemed sylvan sanctity—
whose jealous eye in malice deprecates,
absent demur, spurns all that ought to be.

Sussurus raised on gossamer wing;
rebuild the scaffold of life’s innocence.
Forever defer morbid harbinger’s ring,
proclaim sacred tales and stifle abeyance.

Compile sacred prayers we might ever utter;
inhale the waft of life’s incense redolent.
Disregard uncouth hordes that senselessly mutter;
encircle, condemn all the callously petulant.

And ever be heard wolves' melodious song;
endless the days their sweet harmonies prolong.

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2015

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A Song Of Autumn

Soon, shall we plunge into the cold darkness
Adieu, long live our bright short summer days
I just heard falling, in shocking sadness
The wood's resounding on the pavement ways

The  winter shall enter my being: ire
Hatred, quivers, horror, labor; hard, forced
And like the sun in her polar fire
My heart will be just a block, red and iced

Trembling, i hear each log that is tumbling
Mounted scaffold, has yet, soundless echo
My spirit, a yielding tour, resembling
Succumbs to the heavy, tireless ram blows

It seems to me, lulled by a shock so dull
A coffin been nailed, some where on the fly
For whom? dead is Summer, here is the Fall
This mysterious noise sounds like goodbye

I, of your long eyes, love the green bright side
Sweet beauty, but today all is bitter,
Naught, neither your love, boudoir or fireside,
Are worth the bright sea sun, or more sweeter.

And yet, love me, tender heart be mother,
Even for a wicked, unthankful one;
Be mildness and pass, sister or lover
Of glorious Autumn, or setting sun

Short task, the tomb awaits it is avid 
Oh, let-me, my forehead on your knees,
Taste, while i mourn the white summer, torrid,
The late season, yellow sweet ray of his

Note: this is my own translation of the original poem intitled: 
*Chant D'Automne*by French Charles baudelaire. it was translated by some poets. the best one is by :*Lewis Piaget Shanks*
i tried hard to keep the rhythm and rhyme of the sonnet though it was very hard for me.

Plz. check the following link:


Copyright © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2016

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 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

The blue-grass music blares from speaker's face
as guys and gals entwine moon-round the floor,
she sits alone, ignores the dancers' pace
although her ears record the rhythm score.

He begged her love; he painted instant fame.
She nursed her song in dreams alive to wit, 
she trusted him to give the verse her name,
and reasoned out they spun a perfect fit.

With traitor's greed intense, he stepped aside,
and claimed her song as his with no remorse.
He left her raw, his chest out-puffed with pride.
Disgraced, abased, her anger reinforced,

	she writes another song, recounts the tale,
	assured his star will now commence to pale.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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A Sonnet on Solomon's Song

His name, like ointment, soothes. His mighty love
is like the chariot horses of Pharaoh.
His scent is myrrh; His eyes are of a dove.
He feeds among the lilies; He’s a roe
which through my window shows Himself to me.
His countenance is fair; His kiss like wine.
The rose of Sharon and a King is He.
I’m His, and my beloved, my friend, is mine!

His honeyed voice will thrill on hills in spring.
Where pomegranates bud, the roe will run.
I’m sick with love, and that is why I sing
For Him, the apple tree, the choice, pure one!

I sit beneath His shadow and I eat
With great delight His fruit so very sweet.

(Based on my interpretation of various verses
From all 8 chapters of the Song of Solomon.)

For Sara's Kendrick's Contest: "Song of Solomon"

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Inspired by;  Constance La France’s Native American Portrait 

Nikan is a man who once stood proud and true all across this land
in symbiotic relation with nature endowed by the great creators hand
passed onto him by his ancestors to never take more than his fair share
and always be kind to this land for it’s the Mother to all whom she shall bare

When times are lean we all will grow thin together for together we are one
with one voice to sing in harmony for bountiful harvest to our Father the Sun
and give him thanks and praise for warming and making fertile our Mother
who blessed new life into the birthing seasons for every Sister and Brother

Great spirit hear my song of hope that I sing for my people who will cry
we are mighty on the earth give us protection or your children they will die
and our people’s blood will flow upon our Mother like deep rivers of raging red
O’ Father I can see no solution will you spare us from the white mans dread 

I could never make claim to imagine this great man’s woeful sorry or despair
Nikan's song is a lonely tune played for the spirit of his people upon the air.

Nikan traslation from the Potawatomi "MY Friend"

Baamaapii Nikan.......until we meet again my friend

Copyright © Edwin Baldwin | Year Posted 2011

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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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A Dawn Duet

Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair
that lays upon her pillow, next to mine, 
yet in this evening birdsongs on the air 
awaken me to listen and recline.

This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep,
is laughing at a long forgotten jest
or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep
inside her feathered nest, finds better rest.

I watch the window, night begins to fade
and so do I.  As slumber beckons me
I hear a distant answer softly made:
A dawn duet resplendent in our tree.

A single song brings answers in the air
as my beloved sleeps without a care.

Copyright © Sander Wolff | Year Posted 2007

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Walian Love Song

The roots of love are like the oak,
They reach beyond the heart and soul,
So deep the mind cannot revoke
Nor canst control.
In storms of life two hearts console,
So strong, they stand against the gales
Yet sip the rain from nature’s bowl,
For love prevails.
With you, my heart has set its sails,
To cross oceans that flow with time,
Through thick and thin and sorrow’s tales
Our love will chime.
In all the things I share with you
My heart is true.

Form: Walian Sonnet

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012

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Ode to Orpheus and the Magic of His Song

How beautiful the music that he made;
his lilting song was carried by the breeze
and waves of water, and the lyre he played
sent all the birds to singing in the trees.

All creatures of the forest he entranced
while the magic of his song made them alert,
and even the rocks nearby the rivers danced,
and thus, a river’s course he could divert!

Upon his death, how mournful was the song
which even then had power to amaze
all those who heard its tune floating along
the river to the shore. Today his music stays
inside the hearts of those whose words endear
us to the magic which they still can hear.

Oct. 10, 2017 for Silent One's Poems that paint a picture 4
(I changed some of the lines to have uneven syllable count to
make this a non-traditional sonnet)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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A Song for Juliet

When last they kissed, and passion's lease
bloomed brief and sweet, Sir Shakespeare's quill 
would set in motion a deathly chill.
For Juliet, he could not appease
to win her smile and would not release 
a tranquil tale...but did reveal
this tragic poem, where lovers fell
and would break our hearts with spellbound grief.

Behold, your eyes will weep for her,
and empty arms will flail, for him
Young lovers swept away, in love
Misguided youth that we hold dear
and through the years we pray for them,
as songs are sung by mourning doves

Their love, was a fever, sorely sought
Of passion's quest, she would requite
to bridge the wage of family strife
But, delusion,  rides deceitful plots
To think him dead, she had no doubt
Despaired, beyond her wildest thought
Disquiet of the heart cried out
And death, would dim the stars that night

Their song still lives, as stories will
Upon two graves, we linger here 
Such love divine, is ours to keep
A sonnet binds them, ever still...
A love that cannot be compared
While swollen hearts, with anguish, weep


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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My favorite song

I cant remember the lyrics but it goes something like
then some lyrics about a girl
then the guitar goes
(ba ba ba papapapa
baaa babababa baaaa babababa
then there's a kind of cool rythm to it that sounds like a bongo being played under water.

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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Fiona In The Night

For Fiona Meyrick, poet and musician; a Petrarchan sonnet

Fiona, in the silence of the night
Sings songs of sorrow soft in minor key
That sigh above all formal melody
In cadences that dance like birds in flight
She rests within the dark, composing light
In subtle shades of sweet philosophy
Transposing on the stave a mystery
In spills of sound like ink on paper bright
Fiona; at the stroke of midnight blessed
Plays pianissimo the ocean’s rage
Transforming all the sins of man confessed
In gentle rhythms traced upon the page
A modern muse, an ancient truth expressed
In lullabies to sooth our restless age

© Gail Foster 2016

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

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Traversing passed a moonlit glade,
I spied a nook where dreams are made.
A twilight windsong filled my breast
and cleared a notch where I could rest.

My windsong trilled internal hymns,
as moonlight peered through oaken limbs.
A wise old owl cooed in my ear -
"Compose a song for her, my dear."

A soothing psalm that once it’s heard
will soon be sung by hummingbirds.
Melodic notes that swirl and rise -
akin to lilts in lullabies.

Now in this niche where dreams ensue -
A songbird sings my song for you.

Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2008

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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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Swan Song

 A frequent visitor is Mary Anne,
 Who first did come before the bloom of rose
 As tiny bud before it fully grows.       
 I blossomed too.  A pattern then began.
 I  came to know when she would call again.
 Though first she came as not a guest I chose, 
 I'm ready now each time she does impose
herself on me, and that has been the plan.

 She comes.  She goes. Late summer has drawn near. 
 I backward look.  How every year did flee!
 I forward look with something kin to fear.
 I think that it a sorry day shall be   
 (A time I know is very nearly here)
 When Mary Anne no longer calls on me.

(an oldie written some time before "Mary Anne"
left me forever! Seeing PD's blog the other day
made me think of it! If you are still confused, here
 is a big hint: She only visits women!!)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Song Of Life

Their duet lasted over sixty years
with each reflection, wrinkled lines designed
togetherness expanded over fears,
of failing bodies, being redesigned.
Though eyes seem younger than the passing times,
their yesterdays were gone to mem’ries field.
Now roads are closed, yet dreams begin their climb
while stealthy winds of silent changes yield.
Their visions rest within tomorrow’s sun,
eternity of richest scent of growth.
The graze of mystery, redeeming one
to fill his life with God, his centered oath.
The angels came to escort from the land
as song of life concluded, Master’s hand.

Janet L Vick

Copyright © Janet Vick | Year Posted 2011

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Tears of a Little girl

Tears of a little girl
that's so young, that's in her childhood, 
make a golden well, make a golden well,
but she doesn't realize
her tears sing a song so beautiful.
They sing a song of treasure,
they sing a song so wonderful,
they sing to worship God,
but she doesn't realize
she has a gift to sing.
She mustn't sing for anything
she must sing for the King,
but she doesn't realize,
she can sing so goldenly, (so as a golden well)

Copyright © Sebenele Shongwe | Year Posted 2007

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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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Song of love

She walked by my side
trying to clasp my hand,
I was dreaming wide 
with a lonesome land. 

Where she could not follow
or call me through the night –
my heart is now hollow 
and whiteness is my sight…

A man with a smile on his lips
and an old guitar on his back
gave me life’s wicked tips:
Love is better when love lacks,
you will follow alone his track
surrounded by scattered lilacs…

Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2013

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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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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
----WOOPS, sorry, there is no song title 
of DARK SIDE OF THE MOON by Pink Floyd, 
it's title is BRAIN DAMAGE, the 9th track on 

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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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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''A poet of gracious words feeds the soul''

A poet of gracious words feeds the soul
and pens the poems of lovers small and great,
of knights and squires, of dragons filled with hate,
of kings, of barons, lords--of their control.
With songs and odes, he meets the kingdom's goal—
to compel the Knights to storm the hallowed gates
of God's Jerusalem to eradicate
the infidels and caliphates of sheol.
When kings wage wars and lords despoil, poets
sing and write of their unheroic acts,
betrayals, murders, and misdeeds--Oh! it's
just wiser for poets to conceal the facts.
May lovers instead fill my sweet sonnets,
as 'tis best to eschew Judgment's deadly axe!

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2016

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Bird Songs

Listen when you awake at crack of dawn
hear the chorus of all the birds singing
watch them as they scurry and dig the lawn
until a nasty cat sends them fleeing

How very dull and bland without any birds
silence would greet us with it's bleakness
less colour everywhere, half mast halyards
how lucky to have birds to add brightness

So many feathered friends around
delighting us with their wonderful songs
the sound of harmony our souls surround
for the sweet  mellifluous  songs prolongs

Tunes everywhere blending in harmony
sweetly combining sounding like honey

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

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Last Sonnet

Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.

Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013

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Victory, Sweet Victory

Bless You, bless You, praise You Lord.
Thank you for Your holy Word.
I thank You that You’ve set me free.
I thank You for the victory.
You beat the devil handily.
And took his keys away.
You’ve given me the victory.
You died to set me free.
Bless You, bless You, praise You Lord.
Thank You for Your holy Word.
I thank You that You’ve set me free.
I thank You for the victory.
Victory, sweet victory
The battle has been won
Victory, sweet victory
With Jesus Christ God’s Son.

Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015