Short Sonnets Poems
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P Neruda 100 love sonnets xvii
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XVIII
Her heart a fortress
Her mind untamed
Immune to hypnosis
By roses and compliments
A thousand lovely sonnets
Wouldn’t make a difference
Form:
Rupert Brooke's poetry you well meet
for this'darling of the aesthete'
Sonnets were is form of song
WW1 group he now does rightly belong
The bleatings of the silver tongue-
Such sonnets it would sing!
But know that should you give it ear,
'Tis an empty, self-filled thing...
Form:
John Keats qualified as a surgeon apothecary
before concocting his poetry
He also wrote ballads & odes
but sonnets were his favourite mode
Did you mllk the cow juliet ?
Oh, my Romeo, not yet !
What about the cow ?
Oh, I don't know how
So, go milk Shakespeare's sonnets.
from down on the flats we can see
high-on-the-hills poetry
sonnets like mansions
sestinas in stanchions
they fill our dulled hearts with much glee
I've written Sonnets in C Major key ~ funeral music to me
No notes on bars in flats or sharps ~ fingered morbidly sour on stringed harps
Behind a customary pen that bites
its victims, left to bleed
in alleys dark, lurks a
denizen of forest nights ~
his sonnets' radiance, purest white
we cease to grow once we
finish the structured education
the only thing you do then
is to accumulate wealth
and spoil your children
by instilling the value
of accumulation
THE DAY WHEN I MET WITH U IS A VALENTINE'S DAY
THE DAY WHEN I SPENT WITH U IS A VALENTINE'S DAY,
AM NOT ONLY WAITING FOR VALENTINE'S DAY
I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU EVERYDAY...
Summer Song
Serenade slowly sweet songstress,
Sing soft sombre sonnets,
Something, somehow, someone shares,
Seduced somewhat, songbird spirit,
Steadily sending summer sprung.
Form:
Shall sonnets fairer be?
Surely the muse thought so:
Sweet lines arranged with care,
Sublime quatrains progress,
Suggestively move minds,
Seed expectations, then
Surprise! A couplet stuns…
Ricardo wrote poetry with much flair
the literati later,were to declare
One hundred love sonnets we now see
and essay "Toward an Impure Poetry”
Plus the honour of a Nobel prize winner chair
A hundred winter poems
snuggled under warm blankets
sprout a thousand spring poems
of bud and blooming,
the earth warming,
purring in puddles of kittens,
singing sonnets
of a yellowing sun.
WITHOUT TALKING TO U AM DYING
EVERY MINUTE OF THIS MOMENT IS PAINING
INSTEAD OF GIVING THIS PAIN
PLEASE GIVE ME A DEATH AS YOUR GIFT
I'LL TAKE THAT HAPPILY
BECAUSE YOU ARE MY BREATH
Fill my heart with love's light
before darkness leads it astray.
Quill me lines of romantic Sonnets
meant to chase glowering clouds away.
Offer me wings so that I might take flight.
Shutter child
Flash afternoon
Distance closes
Returning click
Your laugh
My smile
Candid Collection
Free spirit
Funny face
Captured moments
Forever held
Close closer
Become one
Candid collection
With her timeless sonnets, timeless beauty
And flames which engulfed her and encouraged her,
She spreads her wings across the centuries
Flying, asking the whole world, not to let her verse
Disappear and disperse
A rhyming scheme defines my style
Where magic drips on quill’s potion,
If quintains and sonnets beguile
Hands pray for meter’s salvation,
This secret I keep, to win the throne!
Juli-Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round Five
London born,Lancashire bred
Into Chaucer's footsteps,others he led
Medieval prosody,his 'little song' said-
Long may such sonnets be heard
Of the fountainhead of English poetic words.
Tribute to Edmund Spenser 1552-99
petrarchan tradition
love for the
lady
except the great one
154
three quartrains and a couplet
volta imagistic turn on ninth classic
shakys on thirteenth
iambic pentameter mostly
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i failed in arith-
metic
Form:
At the midnight hour
The clock strikes
I run down the stairs
Trip and fall
Off come the shoes
My stocking are torn
But I walk on
I have grace and style
As you can see
My head is held high
For all the world to see
At the midnight hour
He was poetically intolerant,
she thought herself an Emily
writing sonnets 'how do I love...'
he indulged her feeble whimsies
in light of other finessed talents,
essentially, larks amidst boudoir's
uncommonly emboldened expertise
"Be still my heart!"
The thunder, the splatter,
all the drenching liquid matter --
then the storm passes,
and out come beautiful lasses,
clipping roses for bonnets,
choosing beaus for dearer sonnets -- it's really about love --