Best Shakespearean Sonnet Poems
Halloween Sonnet
It's Halloween, that spooky time of year,
when scary monsters prowl the streets at night,
those freaky ghouls make me shiver with fear,
in costumes that give me a dreadful fright!
Pumpkin lanterns cast a dire, eerie glow
as eager children arrive at my door;
Candy offerings on them, I bestow,
while their excited eyes say, 'Give me more!'
Sometimes older ones take it much too far,
playing mean tricks when they don't get a treat.
I'll find eggs splattered on my house and car,
and hear bad language I dare not repeat!
Children celebrate on this festive day
and dress as specters who've come out to play!
checked with how many syllables
Shakespearean Sonnet (with Prizes) Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
Ring size 7 I think
favorite color for gems Green or Purple
10/14/18
Iambic Pentameter
A renaissance delight beguiles our sight.
Such enigmatic smile on face doth hold
our wonder why such cheer's in gentle light,
and hidden secret's veiled from view untold.
What name do we ascribe to model's grace.
Is she from noble family fame and ease,
but certain nomen's sore to know or trace,
for artist gave us no clue known to seize.
Does picture only show a simple gaze
of painter's own self seen in lake that day,
well hidden by disguise in lady's praise?
A genius played a game some few would say.
If game is played, tis more a better scene.
Let be, for maid appears a regal queen.
Upon the steamy broth of words we feed,
A spoon of sonnet’s spice, a pinch of rhyme.
Each simmered thought, a poet’s secret seed,
Stirred gently through patient hands of time.
The flavors mix—metaphor, verse, and sound—
In bubbling cauldrons, meaning softly sways.
Within the bowl, lost syllables are found,
And every line a seasoning conveys.
How savory the blend of joy and pain,
When seasoned hearts compose the lyric stew.
From humble roots, a feast of art we gain,
Where every taste and tone is rendered true.
So gather 'round this meal of crafty strains,
Poetry soup forever feeds our brains.
I love to swap things with my friends.
Today I’ve got a recipe
to offer you. Please send me yours.
Let’s make some “soup” with poetry.
You must have fourteen cups of fresh
strict meter. Just one brand will do;
that’s iambic pentameter.
For spicy sonnet flavor, you
add just a pinch of all of these:
A B A B, C D C D,
E F E F. Stir well before
you add the special spice—G G.
For soup with substance, metaphors,
hyperboles, and similes
add robust taste to sonnet soup.
Add more—whichever ones you please.
Bring to a boil. Then cook on low
to medium two hours. Before
you serve it, taste. Does it taste great—
or not? Does it need something more?
April 28, 2017 entered in Brian Strand's Premier May Contest: 25-line max, any topic or form
May 19, 2022
Poetry Contest: Merger with Food
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
The moon doth appear in that dark horizon
And glistens with a beam of drifting light.
Let thy passions stroll with the companion
Of forlorn hovering clouds in moonlit night.
O Nature, sing not thy lonesome songs again
For I doth find a friend in each of thy cells.
I rejoice in thy touch even in wrecked pain
And my life hath mend its stuttering wheels.
Dazed weariness once mocked my forlorn being
Ere it came unto thy shelter, Mother Nature!
Whilst my morale dips in bosom, come and sing
A song of Love that warmeth every creature.
Nature hath a bliss that drenches our dry mind,
Pouring tender showers amidst the roughest wind.
(This is the first time I have tried to write a Sonnet, so, please pardon my shortcomings)
Thou has the fairest of features my love.
My conscious of thy beauty shall not die,
It surrounds me thus, as immortal glove.
Your piercing beauty of blue eyes, as sky.
Thy warm body I shall ever cherish,
To whom my soul doeth forever belong.
Thus my desire for thee shall find flourish,
As the night birds in the night’s fairest song.
Thy lips my beauty drops as honeycomb,
It’s honey sweetness from under thy tongue.
From the pleasures of thy love I shan’t roam,
I am come to thy garden to raise young.
Thou ravished forever my heart my spouse,
From thy love’s presence I shan’t ever rouse.
Shakespearean Sonnet
In Honor of : Dr: Ram
Placed #8
Trochaic Pentameter
Pretty eyes that show such deep affection
make the joy bells chime this day in my heart.
Why should I now be her great selection
most think she's a wondrous piece of fine art.
My head resonates bell loudly ringing
like to tintinnabulary paean.
Eyes that make the chimes to peal with singing
say this male thinks he's a blessed peon.
Lovely eyes that goad both feet to dancing,
they don't mind the lookers' gaze and smiles then.
Toes now take this happy swain to prancing -
I am high above the hoi polloi's ken.
Color me all lucky; Joan is my gift.
Life is great for me, Bill; hey, what a lift!
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.
Sienna’s notebook matches the blue sky,
along with the stripes in her plaid shirt sleeves.
Cold pushes me and I wonder why.
The ground is littered with the trees’ old leaves.
Grass is dying from the lack of sunlight.
Trees constantly dance to their own wind song.
Ants run from it, thinking it is frostbite.
Leaves silently wish they could dance along.
Flowers wilt; frost covers like a blanket.
All the leaves in the ground are colorful,
not quite losing their bright colors just yet.
Plants die but nature is still beautiful.
The school buses getting cold from winter
resemble cheddar cheese on a burger.
Go look up the original sonnet called An Uplifting Sonnet. This one's called The Uplifting Sonnet because of the fact that it's actually much more Shakespearean and it flows better strangely. Rock on and pen on, all! I hope this verse is thrilling. P-soup me if you appreciated this fancy sonnet or just comment or whatever floats your demented boat!
~Written by Davey_Wavey_Rox37 =) It's not my real pen name, but whateverz
Mineth ear hath heard thee charming music,
Thy splend'r sounds formeth steady accord;
Tunes blend compliantly—therapeutic!
And this tune—it stabs me with a sharp sword
F'r through singer, thou wilt findeth talent
To findeth thy fantasy 'ere it dries
Squeal with joy—just liketh new born infant!
That hath his gift of uplifting thine eyes
Heareth what sounds turns crowd's woe to cheereth
Mine ears hast heard thy voice—is it songbirds?
Are thou awaken'd by sounds of feareth?
The desires I hath reap'd entic'd herds!
Ears grasp its wanteth to releaseth grace,
Draws attention to what they hear—embrace!
What Shakespeare didn’t write he left to me
In this, a brand new world and century
The English language lives and breathes, alive
A poet’s job is helping it survive
The Muses use us, soul and body, mind
To write of things that can not be defined
The subject matter always stays the same
It’s love and hate, it’s greed and fear and fame
New words evolve to name the things we see
But subject matter stays through history
Our hands the only instruments of worth
To help the Muses speak and then give birth
Their words are bridges crossing deep divides
That bring to man the peace that truth provides
The sun in splendid majesty departs
To drape his train across the evening sky,
Mere candlelight next to the vivid spark
Struck from one glance from thy once azure eyes.
Both man and nature music doth compose
On instrument of orchestra and trees,
But all of heavens hymns I might transpose
And never match was tender speech from thee.
Such beauteous things to worship and to love
Once lived about the temple of thy grace,
Thy body was the substance of my dreams
Where'er thou wert was made a lovely place
So once a garden in a garden stood
Til time and season stole its bright lifeblood..
Before you, beauty couldn’t be defined
Your eyes glisten like the sun on the sea
To say I love you, I’m more than inclined
Yes, I really hope you will stay with me
Your face shines brighter than the mid-day sun
Not even to an angel, you compare
From more than six-billion, you’re the one
The love I have for you, I dare not share
You are my Lanore, with me here and now
You are clumsy, yet graceful, like a dove
Nothing bad to you, I should now allow
You are the one I must say I do love
For you are worth the most beautiful rhyme
When I’m with you, wasted not is my time
SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET
PRINCIPLES OF LIFE
Mental strength holds life, never goes useless.
One truth is more powerful than ten lies.
Failure is always pillar of success.
One religion: Humanity flies.
Don’t get frightened, neither gloomy nor grave.
Right is the path, so long you are honest.
Entrance of victory opens for the brave.
Your will power is prompt to serve you best.
Take care of yourself, lend hands to needy.
Work with devotion nothing to bother.
Labor will be honored, don’t be greedy.
We are for ourselves, each is for other.
Soul will guide you and heart is the preacher.
Mind should be clean and brain is your teacher.
07/20/18
'Your Finest Sonnet' Contest by Mark Massey
Iambic Pentameter
To ancient Romans opals symbolized
luck beneficial, hope eternal, aye.
And medieval people realized
such stone could keep them healthy - one should try.
This blaze with colors like to autumn days
displays a brilliant multi-hues affect.
It beautifies and shows in many ways
discriminating judgement most correct.
Australia's place to seek and take best find.
Black opal seems to be the highest prize.
All people say this sample's choicest kind.
Yes, even though diminutival size.
Now jewelry using opals show good taste
and owning same to me is no bad waste.