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Details | Italian Sonnet |

Next Time

When all the lines you crossed but didn't see
Grow darker by the day upon your face
Your rosy blush of youth has been erased
And cheeks are drawn where dimples used to be

Your train of thought fueled by a memory
Runs tracks of time that don't lead anyplace
The stops along the way will be retraced
Then one day it will stop in front of me

I'd like to think the pause will bring a smile
Your heather colored eyes would brightly bloom
Your heart would beat the rhythm of a rhyme
You'd disembark and stay a little while

And when you blink I'll be back in the moon
The smile so warm it lasts until next time

         by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Time To Let You Go

Beneath the sunlit sky I see your face, and in that moment you reveal your touch- I feel the way you’ve mastered your embrace, and through the night your passion is as such. Above the twilit moon I need your kiss, I beg of you to keep my secret safe- For when away your fondness I do miss, and as we said we need our tender faith. The way the spark is lit beneath the sheets, reveals the gentle ways you swiftly trace my body like a sketch down to my feet, for in your arms is where I leave my lace. Before the Lord made man you loved me so- But now it’s time for me to let you go. October 21, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet of Space and Time

I savor my precious, quantum bliss; the vibration of the strings, echo Heaven’s kiss. In parallel worlds, are parallel lives; With them, I can identify. I’ve passed through, many walls of stone; through countless lives, I have roamed. I’ve tasted every experience, I found, that some, I still lament. A molecular epiphany, I have received. My life’s frustration, is appeased. Pure energy, is what we are and we can visit, every star. Quantum souls are limitless; join me and pursue your bliss.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

Thanksgiving from Three Perspectives

A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having something sweet.
Besides the beets and peas, there's pies and cake!

I thank thee for the sweet potatoes too
‘Cause Mom put tiny marshmallows on top.
They melted into white and taste goo;
Bless Mom, this  time her cooking didn't flop!

And thanks, dear Lord, my cousins came today.
I only get to see them once a year.
It snowed, and so we're going out to play.
Only my aunt Ruthie isn't here.

I'm glad she caught a cold. Forgive me, Lord.
It's just she talks so much we kids get bored.

A Dad's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Thanks, Lord, for this day of our Thanksgiving.
I've got a nice long weekend thanks to thee,
Starting with what I call really living-
Football on TV for me to see.

I'm thankful for this turkey on the table,
And for my wife, who bought it at the store
Even though she had to read the label
On how to cook the thing and even more . . .

Because this was her first time hosting dinner,
There was a lot my poor wife had to learn.
But the pumpkin pie turned out to be a winner,
And the gravy(which I love), she didn't burn!

And praise to thee, my kid is not as bad
As those that my wife's sister Annie had.

A Mom's Thanksgiving Prayer 

I thank thee, Lord, for this Thanksgiving Day,
For helping hands to clear away this mess;
For snow to tempt the kids outside to play;
For all my family and the meal's success.

I haven't seen my sisters in a while.
Though Ruthie's gone, I'm glad we all can chat.
The men are in the den.  Each wears a smile.
They're chugging Buds and happy getting fat.

I'm thankful too that Mom and Dad are here.
They're taking all the kids to see a show
Tomorrow while the men are drinking beer.
I hope nobody gets into a row!

Bless Mom and Dad.  The kids will have them hopping
(Especially Annie's kids) while we're out shopping!

For PD's "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble.. any food, thanksgiving
 or turkey poem CONTEST.. Poetry Contest"

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |


Be the sands of time flow within thy mind, Every second of the day drifts away, More elusive than the last I do find, It's the nights I cry, I wish they would stay. For it is in the night, that time does cease, Moments before awakening, we're there, Trapped between two worlds, one soon to unleash, Leaving one behind, the one kind and fair. It fascinates me so, how time doth grow, Like a tree in the spring, when evergreen, Can be seen as a river, endless flow, Science can't tell you, that it can be seen. One thing is certain, it has its own law, I just know one thing, I wish I had more.

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017

Details | Triolet |

Every Time I Have You Close- Triolet Sonnet


Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home The sound of your voice reaches the clouds so far Every time I have you close my dear My lips are stilled to me you're like a star In my heart I evoke your name and just roam Every time I have you close my dear... This remarkable yearning of you brings me home And I am so happy to have your love so far Every time I have you close my dear I know that losing you would leave me a scar And rhymes like before no more would flow Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 October.2.2014 My triolet sonnet here is free style ...that means, I didn't write it with 8 or 10 syllables or any steady number of syllable pattern at all. That's simple!

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

The Memoir

Here in the final pages of her life			
She stops to rest a spell on empty lines		
Reflecting on the chapters left behind		
In valleys of a mind deep in contrite		
Where shadows battle with a blinding light		
Conflicting egos fighting on through time		
Their argument life’s reason and life’s rhyme	
They battle for the end that she must write	  	
Two equal pens held tightly in her hand		
Tears mingle with the ink spots on the page			
One pen telling truth one pen telling lies		
Her bleeding words like footprints in the sand		
On lines between a novice and a sage					
One pen she puts to death before she dies

Author:  Elaine George
Written: April 20th, 2014
For Miltonic Sonnet Contest sponsored by: Craig Cornish	

Awarded:  First Place

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

A Ripple In Time

Into smooth bright water, a stone is tossed by one small boy whose day is nearly gone. The stone, beneath small ripples, now is lost while on those ripples drifts a lovely swan. The fisher boy can see the bird’s white wings have caught a glint of sunlight from the sky, and in the breeze they gleam while rippling. Beneath the swan, a fish is passing by. undulating silver in reflected sun. The boy’s sweet laughter ripples, for the fish is caught just as the afternoon is done, fulfilling his most current fervent wish. One stone’s throw, then the fish was on his line! Bright rewards appear in a ripple in time. For Nayda Ivette Negron's Ripples in the Water Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Old love

Our fire, which once shone brightly through the night,
whilst tempered by age, is no less warm
and still burns slow with cherry embers bright
to keep us safe and sheltered through life's storm.

Our light may dim, yet always kept its mark
though summer doldrums, winter's icy gale
to show our path and guide us through the dark
hold steadfast to our course let love prevail.

In time, our flame gave rise to three new sparks 
to nurture, guide and teach of worldly ways
and then release to find their own true arcs
and bear this fire to yonder days.

Face lined, flesh soft, and hair now grey
together love we greet each coming day.

Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2015

Details | Italian Sonnet |


In the world of time
Time told, time tells
Everything it’s about time
Only time will tell
Being cognizant of time
It’s more vital
You will utilize best your time
And escape the fatal
Everybody has got time
Just to do everything
It matters not how you used your time
Trying to get hold of everything
Currently it matters how you utilize time
Be a new person use best your time

Copyright © LWAZI MZIYAKO | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

A New Year - Time for Love

The New Year (Cornish Sonnet) 

The clock struck midnight; she came in
attired in silky flowing dress  
that matched her youthful glowing skin.
She clutched an hourglass in her hand
that showed the seconds evanesce
with every grain of trickling sand.

I put my bow to violin 
and played for her a melody;
I hoped her tender heart to win.
Champagne was popped and glasses raised
but she cared not for revelry...
into my eyes she deeply gazed.

The clock struck midnight; she came in.
I put my bow to violin.

4th January, 2015
Contest: Cornish Sonnet
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Placed 4th

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Our Time Together

I loved our time together late at night
Love's sanctuary in each others arms
Unwinding and unraveling what's tight
Those years I spent succumbing to your charms

Initially, those hills we climbed were rough
Our boundaries were drawn with compromise
That look you gave me when you'd had enough
Approval of my worth in ardent sighs

But now to mem'ries I've become a slave
Each day I live, I pray to be my last
To sleep beside you even in my grave
Reclaiming love that saved me in the past

The love you gave still warms my broken heart
It's lonely picking up the scattered parts.

    an original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Curtal Sonnet |

One More Time

The voyage long, begun at dawn, and then
the winged beast of metal rolls wheels to ground,
loved ones, inside and out, bear only grins,
and recount old tales of "remember whens?"
The hours of waiting fast recede, unwound,
as passengers embrace their long lost kin,
they grab their bags, head toward waiting cars
with hope and faith, forget the "might have beens."
"Worth the wait?" said Gram, Gramp smiles without a sound.
His son beams at 'the wife' and passes round cigars.
The world is right and bright again.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Hands of Time - Sonnet

To me dear love, you will never be old
It is your inner beauty that captivates me;
For in your face so many stories are told
That I contemplate in tranquil reverie.
The short time we shared brings vistas yet unseen
Promises to be discovered within the heart;
Perfumed with tenderness of what comes between
Those vacant hours when we have to part.
You are the treasure that has filled my being
Without you I am empty and incomplete;
But together we share that special feeling
That the hands of time will never cheat.
Let's take what we have and make it all come true
Those hours, days and years I would spend with you.

Copyright © elizabeth wesley | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |

Seasons Passing

A silky moonlight the water walking
As lovers entwined their lives while talking.
Spring softly warm, blossoms upon the air,
Time's gentle memory when she was there.

Stars bright after sunlight reveled in youth
Or might we more have considered the truth
Of philosophy and kisses so bare
That perhaps we gave too much to the air.

To summer we could not forever cling,
Must autumn mean loss, must it perforce bring
A harsh threat of change, hint of winter stark,
As a cold, still gun may glint in the dark.

All energy we find within a thought
Of what Fate bought, of what we might have wrought.

Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

Crossing Time

Born cold with a dark emptiness within
Seeking to understand the reasons why
Another life? A payment for its sin
Leaves a quiet quiver when the soul cries
Wanting eyes flow with a warm stream of tears
Struggling through distant worlds out of time
Lost among the confusion from the years
The lonely chime of my eternal rhyme
Perception fills the universe with lies
Tugging the long thread woven in its cloth
To mend life's fragile coat with blinded eyes
Feel it burn in death's flame another moth

I've tasted the waters of life's fountain
And have quenched my soul's old thirst once again

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

The Test of Time

The everlasting beauty never fades
as Keats proclaimed in truth; it's so profound.
The purist heart will beat its serenade
but narrow minds shall never hear the sound.
True beauty puts a flower on display;
reflecting chaste of soul and not of skin
then gleams such placid splendor in a way
that only moral hearts can comprehend.
The velvet rose soon withers in the vase
and admirations wane in failed desire.
So soon to put another in its place;
such youthful glow was destined to expire.
    True beauty ‘ever stands the test of time.
    Beholders know true beauty’s in the vine.

Contest:  Pen  a Sonnet On It 
2nd place. 5/30/16. Janice Thompson

Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Italian Sonnet |

Seeking Immortal Life

Life extension and rejuvenation                               
a process aimed at stretching life on earth;
It could become the foremost quest from birth.
But, when age succumbs to curbed duration
concepts tested by acute frustration...
then fragile straws are clutched for all they’re worth
as long as in this world one finds a berth.
Thus, plan ‘B’ is launched: reincarnation.

Is life perpetual fruit of false desire,
such as finding the philosopher’s stone,
latched to the wild allure of wind and fire?
An afterlife assures a lasting zone
where faithful ones eternal joy acquire
beside the Lord on His celestial throne.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 	
This Italian Sonnet consists of an octave with the rhyme pattern 
abbaabba followed by six lines with a rhyme pattern of cdcdcd.
Each line is made up of 10 syllables.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 	
Contest: Form ‘I’ ~ Immortal Theme
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 1st
© 1st March 2017 

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

Hobo Walking Past Our House

Hobo Walking Past Our House

He looked like man walking with rocks in his shoes,
a bit edgy, with shadows flitting about.
Dark clouds about him, sending the lonesome blues,
smiling alligator with a toothless snout.

Stopping to look back, time waving its hello's,
angry at not having what he left behind;
an old man, one of those queer little fellows
with nothing about him speaking as refined.

A frown formed upon his dark, withering face,
as his ragged, torn hat hung on him quite low.
Started again, he walked at a limp pace,
leaving questions, answers nobody can know.

Disappearing from our sight, one of his goals.
Like an ancient furnace, with no burning coals.

R.J. Lindley
SEPT.22ND 1976

Note: Edited recently to meet the eleven syllable verse uniformly.

Syllables Per Line:	
11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables:	154
Total # Lines:	17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words:	111

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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With Wasted Time on Decks Dark

When todays yield where tomorrows have too
And forests now instead are skylines then,
At gatherings held to contemplate who
No longer walks amongst more lively men;
Where angels thought would be seen high above
Welcoming spirits with cause to adjust,
As freshly blown bubbles scared seeking love
Still fragile, uncertain, worried they’ll bust;
Silence is heard outside family tears,
Filling up eyes viewing desolate gray,
Once all to tell has told all of my years
And nothing remains as left still to say;
Then this frightened ghost who’s floating alone
Watches as leaves read my name from a stone;

That Hell or Heaven by now should have called,
Drifts through my thoughts as I drift empty space;
What comes of glaciers in sunlight soon thawed?
Questions that echo near once was my face;
Boorish behavior swims back like the sea,
All my sins done God Almighty had seen,
Promises broken from words spoken free,
Inside me blossom sharp thorns that careen;
Yet, with no shame will good deeds done I claim,
Shouldn’t those count right along actions worse?
In fairness, too, were the two not the same,
For better than not were mine through life’s course;
Thus haunted I am, lacking direction,
Searching for substance in my reflection;

But now come trumpets that blast sonic boom!
Ending my musings as quickly they start;
Two shoreline shocked whales soon meeting with doom,
Screaming such horror that near stops my heart;
Over ears fly two inadequate hands,
Unable to quiet Satan’s cruel noise,
The loudest sound heard upon any lands,
Deafens and withers away specter’s poise;
Worsening still by what’s coming from skies,
Not thundered lightning nor weathery plight;
A spaceship, metallic, captures my eyes,
Flat, oblong, black and descending in flight;
Nearing so closely while hovering slow,
With no words still tells me where must I go;

Sheen outstretched ramp floats beneath unseen feet,
Up t’wards ship’s belly, this silver tiled beast,
Beckoning dead-men that feel obsolete,
Eager for heaven and spiritual feasts;
Now inside once again wrapped tightly by flesh,
Strolling dark decks but for me empty seem,
Nevertheless it feels nice to refresh,
Waiting for take-off and trips on a beam;
But, still I wonder who’s taken the helm,
Where are we going and why on a ship?
How long ‘til reaching this undefined realm?
Thoughts spinning in me refusing to grip;
Alas!  Through space, I sense fast as light-speed,
Heading for somewhere somebody decreed;

Rushing past planets and galaxies streamed
Viewed through a window that just now appeared,
Where too a young man I know that I’ve dreamed
Stands right before me who says “Don’t be scared;
I’m you as a child, just thirteen years old,
Sixty years sooner than what brings you here,
Long before long-winded stories you’ve told
Described our time as though you’d some to spare;
For what face is seen is one once given,
Not conjured by science found in a book,
And with your gift so long now you’ve driven,
Better together we take a good look;
Heaven can wait and God can too, you see,
For either sought you must first convince me.”

Submitted For:  
    To Boldly Go Where No Poet Has Gone Before

Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016

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Moonlight and A River Thought

Moonlight and A River Thought

A walk down by the river to settle a worrisome thought
crazy , mixed up mind battles far too many fought
The river's passing with its soothing smooth flowing sound
brings images of angels dancing to the trumpet's sound

Rage not against fate's dark hand nor its unyielding wall
pray for abundant life, pray for gentle mercies on us all
Swift waters flowing in soft, soothing serenity
reminding of Time and perhaps even another Eternity

Moonlight upon waters each glimmering with rippled swirl
reminding of life's sweet love of a beautiful girl
Echoing splashes of fish jumping out into the sky
enjoying a bit of Nature's treasure, not asking why

A river thought, stored in the mind's deep treasure vault
Place and time, life's dream in which tis blessed to be caught

Robert J.  Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Before Time Was Invented

Before time was written and God made man, I held a deep love for you, so divine- Sometimes confusing, hard to understand, but after many years I called you mine. Before the constellations took their shine, I knew you were the only one for me- One night of fine dining and Merlot wine, captured your essence and set my heart free. Before hands could touch and eyes made to see, You were the gentleman of my sweet dreams- I know we're destined and you’d marry me, life is surreal and not as it seems. There are no words saying the life we’ve led- I’ve loved you before time was invented. October 4, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Dark Spells

Dark Spells

As a clock running in black circles down
Distant stars lighting reddish fairy gowns,
Earthen pastures in darkness all aglow,
Awaiting dawn's eager cock to thrice crow.

Two wagging tails on huge fantastic birds
flying with dust stirring African herds,
For life in wailing pain must thus this bring,
curses spun from magical, hellish ring.

Night-winds ill blowing with green, nasty stench
coming calamity, sure-fire cinch,
Time and Fate conspire with evil blood-lusts
removing hope and adding deep the rusts.

Dragon pair emerging to life consume.
Old hag weaving spells on wicked loom.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2016

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Widow's Walk

Widow's Walk

My Captain! Oh, my Captain! Captain, mine!
The sea, that wretched tempest rolled you deep!
She kept you from me squandering the time!
How long before you're free that vixen's keep?

By candle light I read your letter sent,
About the journey's quest and your return.
How travasties and sickness unrelent...
But, still, your love eternal for me burns.

Each day, in vain, I walk the roof top watch,
While searching the horizon for your sail.
At night, by lantern light, I touch each notch,
Where last you carved our names within the rail.

Tonight, upon the widow's walk I stand...
The moon reveals your footprints, in the sand.

~by deborah burch©

English/Shakespearian Sonnet

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

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Aphrodite Night

Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I shall do.
                   © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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Time Traveler

The fractured light of day rises, so still
And I am but a part, lost in its shade
Question not the sun but the role I fill
Find reason and wonder are ready made
To follow days as a linear string
And remember it has a final end
To count rainbows and colors they bring
Marvel at the symmetry of the bend
Who am I, an intruder to this scene?
One who counts time by the suns that rise
Who lays upon Earth watch the life between
Listen in quiet as stars harmonize

To capture its rhythm, the pulse I feel
To comprehend my time traveled is real


Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

Time Runs On Past Every Bend

Time Runs On Past Every Bend

Down new trail with purpose and gentle ease
chasing hope and new morn's glowing smile.
Flowing along with a sunrise breeze
heart stopping awe, every once in a while.

Branches overhead wrapped in deep forest green
bird songs filling this emerald isle.
Sun gracing the screaming sky blue sheen
above this leaf carpeted aisle.

Hoping time here never dares to end
as wanting heart finds its needed glow.
Yet find that time runs on past every bend
and brings Nature's all, along in tow.

Down new trail with purpose and gentle ease
spirit flows along with a sunrise breeze.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-05-2016

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Enigma Of Time

Arriving there, open door to floors bare
Moist was air, dwelling effusive with peace
The enigma of time began to cease
Oblivion to all but ocean, just stare

Simplicity for a few days; nowhere
To go, timeless, watch Gulls instead of Geese
Yesterday's ravenous problems release
Now live on sublime seaside oasis' air

Aster, Willow won't sway in zephyr this day
Only kaleidoscope color 'pon water shone
Exquisite view for me, myself, alone
This ecstasy delight not auspice by they

Lilac, Lily doesn't bloom, chrome rust away
Impervious bug repellent glistens in defiant stone

Contest: Secret

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009

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Not Even Time

These broken, shattered pieces of me are aching
My selfish heart cracking and breaking
Can the healing of the rain
Ease your undying pain

Like a brat I helplessly cling to you
Unaware of just what my venom does to you
Until it is too late to take back the sting
To change this monstrousness I have become…this thing

Never once did you really hate me
And alone I never wanted to be
But my deranged mine created a scenario…a belief that you did not want me around
And I pushed you away…shoved you to the ground

And I can never undo this hurtful crime
Nothing can make this guilt and pain go away…not even time

Copyright © Rebecca Larkin | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet |

O' Broken Heart, Tis Now Thy Time To Mend

O' Broken Heart, Tis Now Thy Time To Mend

Decades past,  when free love was all the rage
we were not told, bait for the golden cage.
In our race to grab wild hearts from the skies
we ate the sweet dessert and believed the lies.

O' lasting regret, where does thy pain dwell
when my body sleeps, my soul is in hell.
Years ago, my pride led me so far astray
now these later years cause me to kneel to pray.

O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend
life is not over, time can be thy friend.
Sing again, love can return with its sweet glee
soft kisses, her loving hands can set me free.

Future promise, grace me with clear new skies
send no more tears to flood with my saddened cries.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2016

Form- Sonnet Lin 10/11

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016