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Details | Sonnet |
To write this poem my head takes on a role
Akin to those of an actor unfold,
Whilst mind and hand in unison doth stroll
Along stringent directions to uphold.
My muse able to call on devotion
A belief in the power of one’s heart,
As the ink flows creates the emotion
Within the labyrinth of this fine art.
Where choice words of common sense I do weave
To ring in one’s head the understanding,
Yet to wear my child’s mind on this my sleeve
There marks the chart of my safe landing.
While some words are clothed in mighty glory
Others in rags enhance the whole story.

© Harry J Horsman 2017

December 31 2017
Entered into contest, your best sonnet
Oct 1-Dec 31 2017
Sponsor John Hamilton.


Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2018




Details | Sonnet |
If only I could write you a sonnet,
Iambic pentameter and what not,
Let my muse mull profoundly upon it.
I must write it quickly lest I forgot.

It will have to stress real passion, love,
Mention a rose if I really must
But for heaven's sake leave out the white dove,
Still do mention the red moon that I trust.

Compare her eyes to some fragrant flower,
And wish to taste her full strawberry lips,
Scheme to meet her in a quiet bower,
Clouds enfold us in mythical eclipse.

Will she come, will she go, my marigold?
Ah, my poor love sonnet has now gone cold.

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lanterne |
Love's
little song-
three quatrains,
and  couplet 
long,
in
compact
verse and rhyme;
stands the test of
time-
with
light grace
poetry
in life,face to 
face

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010




Details | Sonnet |
Teacher, shall I write a sonnet? Must I?
When I’m not so sure of my poetry…
Shall I write a poem of fourteen lines?
In iambic pentameter –by me?

What shall I write about? What can I say?
In this sonnet which I must jot down now?
My sonnet should be about what today?
To write a great sonnet I’m not sure how…

Teacher, can I write this sonnet later
For I’m not sure of what to write about?
The teacher then takes my simple paper
And “you already did.” my teacher shouts.

‘Detention’ my teacher says, ‘for lying,’
‘But thank you,’ she adds, ‘for at least trying.’

 © Mariam Mababaya.

Copyright © Mariam M. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |
I got a sonnet streak going strong here
not just Super Bowl weekend sonnets too
I’m writing more sonnets instead of beer
I’m writing this now other day wrote two

the Half Time Show is on in other room
I’m glad Baltimore is winning right now
Poe’s spirit may be giving Niners doom
after the game coaches be asking how?

this is how I am spending this weekend
to be honest writing more joy than game
poetry to me always been a trend
whatever I’m writing I don’t have shame

its been more sonnets than the Super Bowl
I can’t help it poetry calms my soul

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |
The quiet city, is still half asleep the morning moon's glow pierces through the sky, stars gather close, as if they were in heaps watching faint clouds, as they slowly drift by. What will become of this December morn? Will the birds sing happily, in the snow? Forests of green, snow still waits to be worn resting underneath, the morning moon's glow. The morning moon's glow, seems to shine so bright a cool, crisp feeling, settles in the air, nature awaiting, the peek of daylight to be held with warm, tender, loving care. Silently, I gaze through my big window standing in awe, of the morning moon's glow. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Dec.15/2005 This is the first time I've written a Shakespearean Sonnet. I was inspired by the brightly lit moon this morning.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
When on the path of poetry I tread,
I rarely know the scenery I’ll find.
I hear a bird that sings inside my head
and measures steps iambic in my mind.

At times it seems a mountain that I climb.
I work but do not sweat. . . it’s more like play!
And each five steps I take, a word must rhyme
with one that’s ten feet farther on my way.

Although I often plod, I hate to rest;
I follow where sweet bird is wont to go
and often double back while on my quest
to find each turn of phrase most apropos.

But, oh, that words to match her melody
would come as swiftly as her song to me!

for the Which is your favorite poem form? Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |
Up every day at three, fighting for life.
As support for so many, I don't know
how much longer I can maintain this strife.
A few minutes there, a few minutes now,
I scribble a few lines at a stop light,
back to the daily grind, and edit here
on the fly. Don't give up without a fight
the dream that words can make the world as clear
and as coherent as it needs to be.
Find the rhyme and nudge out a true meaning.
Pull it together and hope for a key
phrase. Send out for comment, not expecting
too much. So, a bad day was made perfect,
a sad week made great by Bella's critique

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007

Details | Italian Sonnet |
A sonnet I shall write
Oh, how does it go? 
Ah, I think I know!
A, B, B, A, am I right?!
And I shall write away the night,
My pen ready to go!
A, B, B, A, twice in a row.
Writing til the morning’s twilight
Breaks through the distant sky.
Now the tune and rhyme changes pace.
6 more lines to go and my
Hands and the sun are engaged in a race.
The finish line drawing nigh;
My pen scribbling, the sun sizzling, a mighty chase!

Copyright © Isaac Abinante | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |
~~~ Songs My Soul Cried Ended the Psalms of Songs ~~~

Grace was inside my soul, I’d love his grace
Please my grace travel the world, find peace please
Face of darkness of the deep grace did face
Knees freeze and their prayers had no bowed knees

Risks ensnared the soul waiting for life’s risks
Perils times, beliefs lost liar’s perils
Frisk my soul falsehood frolic death did frisk
Morals abandon humanity; dung looted morals

Known and unknown lost all grace they had known
Peace was feared in the world, they hated peace
Alone with lost faith, their soul all alone
Ceased beliefs, lost their twin towers grace ceased

Kiss of hell walked the Earth, souls did kiss
Love healed hearts on the Sabbath that was love
Bliss with no respect, cold souls mingled bliss
Above, joy of life gone; hell now above

Songs my soul cried, ended the psalms of songs
Wrongs unforgiven, no life was dead wrongs.

© 2015 DiLinda Adams, All Rights Reserved

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Copyright © DiLinda A. Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
~~~You Lost Your Heart and Soul, and Love Lost You!~~~

Seas called me back home to the Red Sea
Souls without a spirit, were the lost souls
Be their promise my soul don't let me be
Cold and alone underneath the dead cold

Hearts cried out a love-songs deep in my heart
Sand in my shoes, thoughts buried in the sand
Darts hit my heart; arrows of fiery darts
Can this be love in my heart, say it can?

Doves of peace and life, fly high my white doves
Life faded away no one saved my life
Love lost its will, lost all I did to love
Strife took derelict of duty was strife

Due process lost the law, with life's pain due
You lost your heart and soul, and love lost you.

©2015 DiLinda Adams, All rights reserved

Fifth Shadow Sonnet Challenge! – Please join in if you like; it has to rhyme, 10 syllable count and 14 lines, meets the challenge. However, if you just want to be creative please do so. I cannot wait to see what you all are going to write about.

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Copyright © DiLinda A. Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
So sorry no rsvp you see
to welcome comments given me
no laptop now,just an iphone cell
to you dear friends,my verse to tell;
Poems I can paste and post
sadly contests here I cannot host
PS remains poetry's number one
to it each day I still will come;
An iphone friendly site would be a boon
perhaps it will come soon?
Meanwhile enter your image verse
in my contest for poems terse;

See my link here below,
take a pen and have a go

http://imageverse.blogspot.com

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |
I’d rather read something for minutes eight
Than wait eight minutes for this site to load
For this slow net service I cannot wai
tI’d rather nap or simply stay at home

What makes this service too slow I wonder
Too many users online at this time?
Too many files on this old computer?
Way too many downloads? From many sites?

‘Tis time to stop wasting hours on the Net
‘Tis time to memorize from the Qur’an
Time to study for school, to be the best,
Seek knowledge offline as much as I can.

Farewell, Internet, I’ll come back later
When the net connection’s a lot faster :)

Copyright © Mariam M. | Year Posted 2013

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

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

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

No— 
I didn't’t sit cross-legged and introverted— 
I flipped through glossy pages and consorted.

Copyright © Nick Hertzog | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |
Deep voices from the earth call out her name
Growling and rumbling, corpses from graves
Summoned by the devil, she cannot tame
The monster within, locked away in caves

Her name is a folk tale, forbidden lore
Her lips are untouched, as evil deprives
Her voice is an omen, harbinger roar
Her touch, a death sentence, no one survives

Demons from the depths of hell, here to take
Wicked deals made long ago, ink still wet
Always on the run, death left in the wake
No one understands, the curse that’s been set

Beauty on the surface, pain underneath
The girl who runs from monsters with big teeth

Visit my blog to read the rest of my Free Supernatural Poem Novel: https://freesupernaturalpoeticnovel.wordpress.com/

Copyright © AC Dominguez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
~~Above All You Loved, Heaven is Above~~

Man made in the image of God, pray man
Woman, a rib of man your love woman
Can your love plan every thought, if you can?
Humans can pray for the lives of humans

Prime vigor, your heart felt life in your prime
Compassion understands, sweet compassion
Time ends days, life is wanting every time
Passions warm affection, loving passions

Life is living right, do you live like life?
Pride's deadly sins; love was not ever pride
Strife disputes harmony; bitter is strife
Brides don't cry, you're a rare most lovely brides

Love your man it's his life; you are his love 
Above all you loved, heaven is above. 

© 2015 DiLinda A. Adams, All Rights Reserved.

Seventh Shadow Sonnet Challenge! – Please join me. Poems should rhyme, and have an 10 syllable count and 14 lines to meet the challenge. However, if you just want to be creative please do so.

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Copyright © DiLinda A. Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
Untitled Sonnet

I sat lost in deep thought to write today,
memories flooding an old poet's mind.
So little time, so important words to say
hoping to be hopeful, helpful and kind!

My muse, she went sailing around the world,
often for me that is a pure delight.
In my tired old mind words are now swirled,
yet my inner spirit longs to fight.

Do I write of past loves and desperate lies,
heartache eating away cold hard stone?
Or perhaps better, of brightest sunny skies,
that warm this surging heart to the bone!

Ah, too many words invade this weary mind.
Off to sleep and write in dreams I often rewind.

Robert J. Lindley, written in 91'

Note today , an untitled sonnet written back in '91..
perhaps placed aside for later editing, however
the older me now boldly says it is ok as is.. 
citing author's privilege.. Also thinking title 
should reflect past and present case..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
I’ve never wrote a sonnet in my life
fourteen lines  of iambic confusion
I’m not as poetically gifted
as Shakespeare or  Petrarch
because pentameters and quatrains
are perfectly not my style
and too  flat out antiquated for my liking

It’s rhyme schemes 
always oppress me
line after line
stanza after stanza
as if I’m never allowed
to journey beyond 
the black lines
while shading a picture 
inside of a child’s coloring book
with a box of  Crayola crayons

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Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |
As technology has progressed , bound leaps ,
within the nanny state , Man simply sleeps .
Replaced Automatic ; Manual Labour.
Solved by Machine mind's , Binary No more .
For synthetic constructs for your whim , creeps
pumping cheese-its into bulging wheeze heaps.

So keep That lard thru blood , spotless , can ignore
such irritations as ; Clearing the floor .

While Digital duty serves ; watch those beeps 
streaming 24/7 fiction keeps
sake in sight , forms pixel ; away those flaws 
by Avatar's dream , away life's true claws.

While around , leashed , the world quietly leaps ,
Attended by metal hands ; Left
	Man Sleeps....

Copyright © George Stal | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |
~~~Above Cherished Love, Bless Life From Above!~~~

Taste the bitterness, life has lost its taste
Blood spilled sweet innocence that dried my blood!
Wasted soul where is your life you wasted?
Floods of dead men tales; we drown in floods!

Forgive me, if my soul will not forgive!
Hate lost life and everyone it hates!
Live my soul; love gave one reason to live!
Fate was what we needed, to seal our fate!

Nights blinding darkness; death desired the nights
Faith blessed our love; my heart loved our faith!
Life changed at last; one chance to love sweet life
Wraith my soul I'm nothing; I'm your lost wraith!

Love more than my will; where's your promised love?
Above cherished love, bless life from above!

© 2015 DiLinda A. Adams, All Rights Reserved

Title Word Challenge: Above Cherished Love, Bless Life From Above!

ABOVE--ALL BELOVED OATHS VOWED EVERLASTING 
CHERISHED--COMPILED HOPE ESTABLISHED RIGHTEOUSNESS INTERNAL SWEETNESS HEAVENS ENDEAVORS DESIRED
LOVE--LONGEST OATHS VOWED EVERYTHING
BLESS--BLISSFULNESS LOVE EVERYBODY SHARED SIDES
LIFE--LIVING INSCRIBED FROM ETERNITY
FROM--FAVOR REMEMBERED OPTIMIZED MAGNIFICENCE 
ABOVE--ALL BELOVED OATHS VOWED EVERLASTING

Sixth Shadow Sonnet Challenge! – Please join me; it has to rhyme, 10 syllable count, and 14 lines to meet the challenge. However, if you just want to be creative please do so.

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Copyright © DiLinda A. Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
SONNET FROM CHRIST
I never thought of coming to this evil land
My father sent me though it wasn't a command
I was invisible until I turned dust
It was my father's wish thus a must
You were all uncircumcised until I arrived finally
I came to set you free
I was not unaware of the pain I would go through
They debased me because of you
I was virtually nude when they hanged me on that transit tree
My father's wish came to pass untrammeled
You whom I freed went back and stumbled
After I sacrificed my blood, you subjected me to disdain
My father sometimes feels I came to toil in vain
You hide behind the facade of my commemoration and escalate my pain

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
~~~My Times! My Times! How Art Thou O’ My Times!~~~

You made those asinine oaths that bind you
Law made good ways; you broke all of man’s law
Drew first blood, soul of time that belly drew
Raw material, rare flesh cold and raw

Slaves’ labor fueled the Earth, with lost slaves’
Box of secrets, received Pandora’s Box
Pave are the eastern roads, they made and pave
Talks of conspires theories, no truth for talks

Wood burning fire, smelling that old rose-wood
Doves flew far, wide and high, woes of white doves
Could fear help you see; fear did what it could
Love left your home; no one knew, your seeds love

How successful you are, great peace is how
Plow what made great love in the harvested plow.

© 2014 DiLinda Adams, All Rights Reserved.

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Copyright © DiLinda A. Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
~~~ The Soul Unknown ~~~

Tell my sweet soul, spots on my soul do tell
My soul has no prayer, poor soul oh my
Well, these nightmares did not make me feel well
Try harder they say, I did want to try

So tears drenched my pillow; my heart cried so
Dreams faded and my heart sought a new dream
Owed my soul, love did not pay what I owed
Gleam rainbows were hidden, I saw no gleam

Where did my love go; dare my heat asked where?
End of my love lost a world in the end
Bare these yokes of burdens, my love did bare
Mend my broken heart, my love could not mend

Flawed existence, my love was lost and flawed
God punished my sins; have mercy please, God!

© 2014 DiLinda Adams, All Rights Reserved

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Copyright © DiLinda A. Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
You dislike poetry 
because you think 
you do not speak it, 
never listening, 
because you cannot see it down in ink. 
You’ve not heard your honeyed words glistening, 
but I have heard you
speak in meter sweet 
and metaphor and simile sublime. 
To walk in verse, 
you needn’t count your feet, 
nor is it necessary all lines rhyme. 
You disown your words 
and deny your tongue 
to say you have no interest in verse,
 ignorant of the images you’ve sung 
and of your own soul’s music 
(which is worse). 
Poetry’s no academic notion; 
its function is to express emotion.

Copyright © James Ph. Kotsybar | Year Posted 2011

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

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

All Presents, Our Situation Hostage .

Copyright © George Stal | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |
Dry Your Eyes, Bona-Fide Floods Are Not Dry

Roots dig deep, the virtue of truth grows roots 
Nights of wantonness; praying thru the night
Fruits of my labors, deeds inside my fruit 
Light make it bright; my soul's abundant light

Dreams are my needs, where are my promised dreams?
Creation lost life; where is creation?
Seems like life has no words; no love it seems
Nations can't see my hopes for the nations

Soul of the nations; where are the lost soul?
Fire, the great divide, walked thru the fire
Scrolls of my soul; why did you hide my scrolls?
Aspire ambitious love; plan to aspire

Why life is, what it is; did pride say why?
Dry your eyes, bona-fide floods are not dry.

© 2015 DiLinda A. Adams, All Rights Reserved. 

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Copyright © DiLinda A. Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
It was a windy day on the Isle of Man (I guess I shouldn’t eat fried beans for tea) My hubby said ‘Just stop farting Jan’ Please fit a cork where no one can see! So a cork got inserted where the sun don’t shine And we went for a long walk by the sea When a cork whizzed past - but it wasn’t mine Alas, it got wedged high up in a tree The owner of the cork used his walking stick instantly the cork dropped down like a rocket He picked it up; oh gee he was so quick Then he placed the cork in his pocket I gave the poor chap a sympathetic smile Then whispered ‘forget the cork… just fart free style’ FICTION WRITE!!!!!! 11-03-17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
I want to write a pleasant sonnet
But the words became a nonnet
I Put on a flouncy bonnet
And walked across a comet

Tomorrow I will try again if I'm not a nurse
To write a pleasant flowing verse
I'll try REAL hard with morals high and n'er a curse
Pen to this paper think, think, think until they call the hearse

Give me more creative times, time infinity
Hard life and hard times will roll on by; giving clarity
Pen not heads will roll across the paper with fluidity
Life times and unexpected tuck and rolls are fodder for creativity

I want to write a silly sonnet....
With fancy pen strokes on it

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |
I am writing this poem as a sonnet.
Yes, a sonnet but more modern and quiet,
in a style that you may or may not like.
I’m writing it my way, you may find it
difficult to call it a sonnet.
With a broken meter and forceful rhyme
but like all sonnets it has nothing to bind
you to it but the thought that you give it.

I still need this sonnet to say a word
about the way all sonnets are written. 
From old masters this form we were given
and remains with rhyme the form most preferred.
It is poetry that comes from our soul.
It is poetry that makes poets whole.

Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2008

Details | Sonnet |
These sleek pages make my bimonthly bible;
Like Last Supper savored, with conviction.
They are rooted in something old, primal.
Inhaled so fast; it must be addiction.

The roles, though imagined, are dynamic.
Caution, the plots are filled with dreamy mist.
These are new classics, tragic and epic.
Triumphs are true, but failures too persist.

Reds are bright, matched only by warring Mars;
Blues this pure, very few feathers possess.
Stretching muscles are paired with ragged scars.
Colors do gleam after every success

How could this dull world attempt to compare,
When the best time of day is the time spare?

Copyright © Erin Kiera | Year Posted 2015