Long English sonnet Poems
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On this soft autumn evening all is still
The moon drifts over clouds that gently flow
Bequeathing through us humbleness and thrill.
To fade in its mild hour of afterglow.
And somehow I have thought about our dream
Where skies can look into my heart and feel;
This vow of love will never die, but gleam
Until life ends, embracing time’s ordeal.
Forever then we'll walk the endless strands
That tugs along this sail , my river’s quest,
Where seagulls wheel above the pearly sands
Beyond the twirling curves far to the west.
Yes, love is ever faithful, always pure
Till heaven greets me in my last detour.
English Sonnet Contest of Janice Canerdy
11/3/2016
Like fingers, lovely birch tree shadows play
on virgin snow like hands upon a sheet;
so bright the moon, it seems like light of day,
yet stars among the forest's members peek.
And ... while my love lies pleasantly at rest,
I dream awake and contemplate my muse,
enraptured by this scene on winter's breast,
where thoughts are drawn and peacefully diffused
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So now, I look upon the face of time
and all my years of life become but one.
In timelessness I feel my spirits climb,
where thoughts of love and life can laugh and run.
Now I am left at peace and free to be
There lost within the moon's tranquility.
English Sonnet
'Let Him Who Is Without Sin Cast the First Stone.’
The Bible, John 8:7
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I have a great sadness deep within me,
there is a disappointment in my soul;
I am weeping with tears to fill a sea,
for a person who it is said- has stole.
Many say they know for sure of the guilt,
and if true that is sadly a disgrace;
for stolen words, phrases, poems will wilt,
why friend, you have your own words to embrace.
My heart is shattered and lays quite tattered,
I am unsure- I am lost in the dark;
my emotions and feelings are scattered,
I must let go and fly away a lark.
Oh how? My lost friend can I throw a stone;
when no one is perfect if it be known!
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December 30, 2019
Poetry/Sonnet/My Heart is Shattered
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1212-742-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, English Sonnet
sponsor, Emile Pinet
Fourth Place
~Autumn Leaves~
(New English Sonnet Style)
The days are getting just a little cold
Summers leaving bringing us all a change
Temperature drops, and weather acts strange
Nature wears a new dress and reacts so bold
The birds leave their nests and just fly away
Skies changes hues in no little time
Nature plays best music when is bed time
As fall transforms and makes all things brand-new
As leaves start to change hues in every single tree
They seem to fall one by one to the ground
My eyes can't help but see beauty around
As fall cool breeze makes me at times just glee
The days start getting now a little chill
And all over the place there is a thrill.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
October .03. 2015
In the gloom of the night came the screams from the scree
from the foot of the mountain, from inside the cave.
Are they human or animal… phantoms set free?
Will my heartbeat deliver a hero or knave?
So beyond the flat land with a cover of frost
rose the beasts’ craggy peaks with its hair-raising sounds
and the grass neath my feet crunched like bones as I crossed…
Now, I shiver in sync with my pulse as it pounds.
On the steps cut from stone to the chaos I rise
as the hills seem to mock giddy knees as they knock,
but there’s magic in mayhem… all cloaked in disguise
and bewitched by the hauntings inside this old rock...
and as lantern-lit skeletons spook this dark place
for the tricks and the treats there’s a smile on my face.
Susan Ashley
October 13, 2022
~ First Place ~
Contest: All Hallows’ Evening
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
*Meter: anapestic tetrameter
*English Sonnet rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef gg
In hues that hint at pink and gold,
an edge develops in the black.
Then pushing up there at the fold,
a stunning disc begins its track.
A sliver-pierced pastoral scene,
a shriek, if color had a sound…
Startling, indeed, but pure and clean,
birthed from the earth, pushed from the ground.
The disc has now become a ball,
borne up by some repelling force.
As all are captured in its thrall,
it launches on its charted course.
In seemingly unending ways,
the sun brings light into our days.
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I labeled this a sonnet, as it has the traditional rhyme scheme of an English sonnet (abab cdcd efef gg), but the lines are all iambic tetrameter, so technically, it isn't, I suppose.
Beautiful Mystery (English Sonnet)
I heard the roaring from amongst the trees
as sheeted water tumbled from up high
a place where nature lay in blissful peace
exhaling fragrant breaths that gratify
a soul that yearns for stimulative balm.
I looked in silence, daring not to move
at risk of losing empyreal calm.
Who could such wonder dare to disapprove!
Engrossed in rapture I became aware
of a nymph’s presence, by her dulcet voice.
She sang of freedom and of love to share,
but being human I had not a choice
to come into the open and declare
my heartfelt feelings to a maid so fair!
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A Beautiful Mystery Contest
Hosted by John Hamilton
Chosen p.o.t.d. 27 Sept 2018
© 25th September 2018
Disjointed beings beg the questions – still
an ashen horse delivers what is owed.
Decisions kneel before compassion’s will,
to stop and help a turtle cross the road.
To comfort one another, brings them home,
confides the mornings, bedtimes now alone.
Concentric dreams preserve the lost to roam
among the ash and fields of sculptured stone.
From every foolish quest, those wasted years,
of mercy - time denies the rich and poor.
Whatever left, upon regrets and tears,
behind the coffins, curtains of velour.
Receive his blood the only way across,
eternal rock we trust in Savior’s Cross.
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Contest: Death
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Written: 10.20.17
Form: English Sonnet
Overcast her heart hovers in the night
Afflicted with morose melancholy
Under a firmament where stars burn bright
Up there they glow for everyone but her
Each breath is but a curse of monochrome
Whilst his soul is trapped in a kaleidoscope
Each night with zeal she let her heart free roam
Clinging to infinitesimal hope
Closing her eyes launching the same crusade
Trying to intercept the furtive glance
of a shallow moon to secure an aide
a confidante if not an alliance
Humble by day, nonchalance she feigns
With the devotion of ascetic bane
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on January 19, 2018 for contest ENGLISH SONNET LOST LOVE sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 6TH
Whence comes this hoof beat pounding of my heart
such thunderous roar to overwhelm my head
reduce me to a pawn of crimson tart
return again to arms too often fled.
Perchance the scent of pheromonal lust
adrift upon the aura of her flesh
ignites once more the hope so often crushed
rekindling a love no one could bless.
Thus does she satisfy her flaming need
and with the scented hope of parting's kiss
corral once more the hobbled, tortured steed
within a heart that longs for only this.
Beware the promise of cold daybreak lies
a whisper in the heat of sated sighs.
1/30/2020
English Sonnet Poetry Contest
N/A 2/7/2020