Long Modern sonnet Poems

MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.


Maker, Fakir, Curer
by Michael R. Burch

A poem...

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MODERN SONNETS II

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.



In Praise of Meter
by Michael R. Burch

The...

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This is a Crown of Sonnets I wrote about one of my favorite books and movies (the version in 1943 with Liz Taylor, who was only 11 had a small role, Joan Fontaine and Orson...

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Dear Budding Poet . . . 

   My view on modern poetry is that one must read the poets of old, to grasp
the concept of poetic form, word use, tone, imagery.  Then,...

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Red Sunsets On The Blue Hills

What of soft red sunsets on the blue hills
Or true love found in sweet dreams of the light
Just as night frights give deeper cold chills
Crimson sunsetting views show heaven's might.

Such...

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You
and I,
tried so hard
to make us last,
and we came so close,
now didn't we sweet Babe.
With love and laughter we fought
and it worked for all those long years.
Heart aches came and loneliness followed
but strong arms can't...

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As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes


In a dream world where fantasies abound
shall be where my princess is found
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir
cherubs singing her heart's desire

Her voice soothes every hearing soul
spreading happiness...

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Grim fog, I praise the shelter of your drear,
the sundown ghost morose not grandiose,
I walk alone - but, no -- with my despair;
a bittern bids a bitter adiós.

The breakers so in agony they gnash
and gnaw...

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Wind, your double essence is well-known.
Whispered summer breezes you exhale;
Then suddenly you turn.  You surge and wail,
Expelling rage, you bluster or you moan.
Your brute relentless nature then is shown
For you become a cyclone, Hound...

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Mother, I pray for your forgiveness as it was me,
I had to let you go and it never leaves my mind;
It was me who made the decision to set you free,
I was the one they...

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To forgive or not to forgive, that is the question.
When you are offended, whether real or imagined
by a loved one, a friend, or by someone esteemed,
do you confront the other, or resolve to be patient?

If...

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Wicked Love (Modern Sonnet for Contest)


Your step was in the doorway, sunlight dancing in the air
Like a spark within an earthquake,
 I’m a fool without a fear
Who sent you to my arms that day, a...

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Oh, you’re a club-tie glad-hand social climber
If e'er there were one, Milo Minderbinder
A meticulous craft, your quest for domination
Your smile so bowed, so proud of your lofty station

Your well-known carnival of carnal knowledge
A cornucopia of...

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Here and now, I sweep away stress of day
and breathe in contentment for only myself.
Finally alone, as thoughts come alive, I stay
awake, smiling back at framed faces on my bookshelf.
No counting sheep in the still...

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The Virgin and Child

Matrix of allusions.Its intersections
dipped in the beckoning depths of  chaste dark 
to grow limbs like any other. To mark
a departure into a great mission.
Life  dipped in a suave and rare...

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The priest loved his flock in Sicily ...
Easter and the Mass were fast approaching.
The church was decorated prettily.
On it, and his flock, priest was doting.
He made sure he knew people by name ...
Some he had...

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Bitter tears cascade down my face, 
hearing that you had taken your own life. 
Another teenage tragedy, I’m in dire straits -
never again will we hear your playful laugh.

The baby blues crept up on you...

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From Ebbett’s Field, they had to move away.
This team sought greener pastures in LA.
What they needed was a little change of scene.
The team moved into a park at Chavez Ravine.

Back in Brooklyn, the boys had...

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I am shattered you do not forgive me...
Turn towards me, darling
and don't turn on your heel.
Call me again your Sapling...
I did not mean to upset you
or shrill out a parting of the ways.
I would turn...

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(Modern Sonnet)

What is this thing love that makes fools of kings;
that makes a once low and lonely pauper dance,
or the most cheerful heart now cry while singing 
- yet ready for another awkward chance.
Is there...

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From a nebulous black portentous mass
Like layers of charcoal brushed on the sky
Billowing towers in all shades of white
Rise up like demons nearly five miles high

Suffocating the majestic mountains
And brooding over the boiling grey sea
Speaking...

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Modern Sonnet

The day begins, so does the fight,
as evil waits behind the door;
not Celsius nor Fahrenheit
can measure this emotion stored.
It lurks outside the castle walls,
beyond the moat now filled with pain
and waits to steal me...

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