Sonnet Blank Verse Poems | Examples
These Sonnet Blank Verse poems are examples of Blank Verse poems about Sonnet. These are the best examples of Blank Verse Sonnet poems written by international poets.
Do you remember all those years ago,
That magical evening when first we met?
September always brings it back to me.
We were meant for each other, you and I.
I thought we’d share a life of bliss,
For richer or poorer, in sickness and health.
But Autumn surely follows Summer’s heat;
So passion dies as lovers are replete.
Perhaps, in time, the memory will fade.
But then you came into my dreams last night
Borrowed from the following sonnets:
Where did it go?
Christmas Eve
September Fall
Fade Photographs
Nobody Told Me
Last Waltz
Summer’s Heat
From Sonnets To Sonnet
Walk Away
Visions
She seeks her enlightenment with hunger like a wolf
Trapped in a sacred bubble shrinking with licked wounds
Pushing out the people once vital now twice pierced
With the absence of the presence and the love now just a breadth
Of the time she spent asking mother am I empty?
Fill my spirit forthright with the love I thought I dreamt
For this life is temporary and the time is scarce
And all I dare to do is take your eyes and gouge
Trying to remove your truth and glean mine obliged
You will not waver and even blind I feel the warmth
I will stop you with my fear and my anger and my prompts
How dare you love me wrongly as we live in different worlds
Mother do you love me; are you gone and now an angel?
I am never gone my dear though you thought me a monster
Alas it is a chore to write Blank Verse
Unable to peruse my rhyme filled purse
In search for words not better but not worse
A sad lament of poetry’s last curse
To stab the darkness with an ill-used phrase
Twisting the reader’s mind into a maze
Of flaming thought a-dance within a blaze
Torching the rules by which a poet plays
Oh, Rhyme, cold torturer of frigid muse
Why must you heap upon him such abuse
Require him to use words so obuse
That they cannot uncover his shrewd ruse
The truth, perhaps they’ll stumble upon it
If it rhymed the damn thing’d be a Sonnet
A sonnet
In Gaza, Hamas has tunnels under Gaza
in New York, the Jews have built tunnels deep underground for a reason many find eccentric
I do not think when the world explodes in a nuclear war, some Jews are sure to survive
When the deed is done, and the stench of death
has evaporated, and the olive tree greens look
like camouflaged Hamas, eternally crossing
a field blast tuned sand into gold
the New York survivors will find their way to
Jerusalem, trying to find a stone, if nothing else
of the wailing wall.
A simple sonnet
The tramp, who sits on a low ledge, near the entrance of the
modest supermarket that sells basic food fruit and vegetable
and to my surprise, has a good selection of wine, is ageless
The tramp- perhaps a wrong word- has a dark brown outdoor face, his hands a dark brown too, and the rest of him is covered in an old jacket and denim trousers.
He is reading a newspaper, eating from an open packet of biscuits and drinking from a bottle of water, our tramp doesn't do begging, but shoppers often give him foodstuff, apples and
bananas; which he acknowledged with a thank you but without servility; exudes a warm friendliness that soothed the many struggling with everyday life.
There is talk of closing down the relic from the eighties, after Christmas when the nice tramp disappears for a few weeks
parable sonnets
I was flying high, yet it was hot my wings tired
spotted a well flew down and sat by its side.
By leaning forward, I could see my reflection
in the clear water.
A dark shadow pushed me, fell into the well.
I looked up but, the evil was not there
and the sun was westward bound, taking with it
the daylight.
I had sharp talons clawed my way up to the rim of the well.
Night, evil sat by the fireside reading a book of magic.
I tore its eyes out, the scream brought thunder and hailstone.
The evil ran outside to cool the eyes he no longer had.
It fell into the well and called for help.
What could I do a bird with silky feathers?
I flew up to the sky, the scream of anguish bore the suffering of humankind
echoed through the galaxy.
It happens all the time when I'm with friends
especially within a group of gals-
the urge to gossip pops its ugly head;
a game to pick apart that missing one.
This surely is that something I am not;
no joy exists in tearing one apart
by pointing out defects, or what they've done-
behind their backs to entertain some friends.
A gossiper, I'll never choose to be;
my lips stay closed- my heart absorbs the pain
of what that person mocked would feel inside
if he or she were present for the game.
August 10, 2019
~10th Place~
Contest: Something I Am Not
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judge: 09/05/2019
I chose traditional Blank Verse
because it is my second favorite
form to use after the Sonnet.
Let me not..
Marriage of true minds is Truth of Love
Love is One: seamless..independent and free..
Alteration and impediments are undefined..
Ever-fixed Love looks on changing tempests
And cannot be shaken..'tho each tempest is made of Love..
Time is thought..appearing in Love..made of Love
But Love is unaffected as time plays the fool
Through rosy lips and cheeks..or hours and weeks
Even appearing on the edge of doom..
All seeming errors are made of Love..
The Bard spoke Truth...
A response to:
SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
~~William Shakespeare
CharlesC
SONNET :
ELEGY IN BLANK VERSE
I wish I could find death before I grow
so I could miss life's pain and agony.
A child can only feel and hear and see
the universe with love and happiness.
A child does not fathom those cancered ills
that fog a twisted mass of foundered souls
nor understand the horrid self one needs
to govern and succeed in society.
Nor does it care; it only wants and needs
an unencumbered path to happiness,
a guiltless trail to heavenly frolic;
a road that's lost when grown ones rule the world.
I wish I could find death before I grow
so I could miss life's pain and agony.
Terra Dal Fuego
Ushuaia the southernmost town in Argentine when I dreamt
of going there, we got around about on sturdy horses
herding sheep with Portuguese immigrants, islands protect
Terra Del Fuego from worst of the oceans meet, and it is
called the roaring forties. Now it is a modern town no horse
manure in the road the smell of wet wool has gone too
yachts moored in the harbour they sail the Magellan Strait
thus avoiding the duel where two giant oceans meet
Ushuaia was the end of the world no one came here except
weird people and no temperature difference between
the seasons, yet no it is bustling with would be sailors with
rolling gait suited for a heaving deck, but they can wait for
calmer weather; the amateur sailors wore a captain’s cap
and blue blazers with shiny buttons on
almost a sonnet
A Dream Called Israel (Odd Sonnet)
The Jews of Israel or rather, the settlers suffer from
a common psychosis that makes them quite on edge
they believe everyone is about to kill them, not
an uncommon assumption, but their deep insecurities
is an inheritance from the holocaust in Europe and not
in any Muslim countries. True when Israel was declared
a state Egypt Jews there were expulsed, which I think
was a mistake, it is worth noticing that the Jews of Iran
are well respected there.
One hopes a great politician will appear in Israel, one who
can steer the Jews back from the abyss, find peace among
its neighbours, see themselves as members of the middle
eastern sphere and take it from there.
Ascend to Shakespearean summer sky.
I loved Shakespeare as a girl
When a sonnet was like a melody
And I was not admitting
Impediments to true minds.
Our mark is fixed with the
Demise of one as the only force
Powerful enough to cast our
Corporal union null.
And separation will be Doom each for the other.
If I remain, the grief will raze me and my
Only consolation in not having to hurt you.
If it is I who die, I’ll be with the bluebirds.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
April 13, 2004
The moment encountered our eyes
I on thy fair and fleshy face espied smiles
Which does deep beneath my bosom lies
Though you were off miles and miles
And then numerous noble thoughts in my mind flew
The day I behold beauty like you
And almost seasoned something strange and new
While my heart desired to say I love you.
But, before I could to you court
I learned that you been betrothed
O! My fate played with me such sport
I thought as someone to myself choked
Yet, when I of you think
Sometimes in joy and sometimes in sorrow sink.
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Ashish Ashok Manwatkar