Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Examples

Within a circle of emerald peaks Where memories stretch a million mile long Whistled through bright black plumes and golden streaks Wherever life exists, it sings a song Blessed Kaua'i, where the ?o?o reside Lonesome haven for that endemic race A frail and fertile ground for doom to ride Pestilence brought forth extinction's embrace Those wooden whales passed on a host of beasts Cats...

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O’ Hell!…to step aside, to slink along the new-found, unstrolled alley road and leave behind a heavy, long borne load— Who would not, grinning, breathe a sigh of song? InDeed, to risk the chances, Right or Wrong, to journey off the main paths, tippy-toed, and dare the dirty sidetracks, blithely rowed by dank needles, gross junk,—who, but one strong? Our dear protagonist...

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The restricted fruit on Eden's first bough, A hidden truth draped in deceptive sheen, It promised wisdom, beckoning us now, To break the bond where pure delight had been. Not sweetness found, as other harvest gave, But sharper sight, a world of right and wrong; A sudden shame, no innocence could save, Where simple joy...

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The mind that dreams, not fed by lines of code, A spark that flickers, born of flesh and blood, With every joy and every heavy load, It feels the pulse of life's unbidden flood. No algorithm dictates its yearning deep, No vast database can contain its grace, For genuine thoughts within the spirit sleep, Reflecting sorrow on a tear-stained face. It paints a...

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The final note, a shimmering release, The dancers still, caught in a frozen grace, A hush descends, a palpable decrease Of breathing, held within this sacred space. No eager claps, no fervent, loud acclaim, But silence rich, a velvet-lined embrace, Where echoes of the beauty gently claim The beating heart, and settle on each face. For some true art demands no quick reward, No...

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In chaos spun, a hidden pattern lies, A dizzying dance where reason seems to flee, The artist's hand, where wild invention flies, Finds form in depths the sane refuse to see. A fractured mirror, showing truth askew, Reflects a world both vibrant and forlorn, Each brushstroke born of visions fresh and new, Though whispered sanity might seem outworn. The actor's trance, a soul...

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A silver bird departs, the sky serene, Yet morning’s promise shatters in a breath; Ash falls where laughter and bright hopes had been, A city mourns the sudden hand of death. In distant hills, a traveler’s path grows cold, A journey meant for dreams, now left undone; The news arrives—too heavy to be told— A vanished step, a race that’s never run. Where...

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A shadow stretches where the soul once stood, Its voice now mine, though not of mortal breath. It moves my limbs with cold, unholy good— A marionette in service to its death. The mirror mocks me with a stranger’s grin, My eyes are windows smeared with something dark. I scream within, but silence drowns the din, A caged awareness bound beneath its...

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I, looking in the mirror yesterday, witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine; and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign, seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way. And, as I, squinting, gazed on that display, an unheeding hand groped at the outline of the coldly reflective glass confine. I watched it slowly mangle the red-clay body which, lifeless, answered my dead stare. Tearing...

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I never miss to smelling the fragrance of the earth, Which arises from the dry soil after the first rain, ...

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I don’t dream often, but I dream of Jeanie, the only one who ever touched my Nadi. I met her bathing in the Irrawaddy. You’d classify her as an in-betweenie, but looking pretty hot in that bikini! She got me going when she called me ‘daddy’! Jean self-identified as “thorough baddie,” but never let me see her Kundalini. I couldn’t leave her working...

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“In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was God” ~ John 1.1 Pure intent from the mind of God released, pervades vast space with the vibration ‘Om’, reverberations with which He is pleased, since all that that’s manifest, is His...

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What makes me smile?—For one: the grin of life; but, too, its touch of giggle grazing on my ticklish skin,—Though soon again withdrawn, yet long lingers in memory, full, rife. This makes me smile—(the laughter of a leaf fluttering through the airs of yawning dawn. I think it now, though next I’ll find it gone, but note the chimes of...

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Bullies exude a malevolent force And victims suffer their mean hellish toll What is their ultimate unpleasant goal? Are we their punish-for-pleasure resource? It’s more than their world’s an OCD course Where we’re just glass marbles that they can roll They’re addicts who relish life as a troll Like unwelcome Vikings from cold lands Norse These predators think they’re on a high horse They...

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Within the hush where fleeting thoughts decline, I find a gleam that never seems to fade— A crystal truth beyond this frame of time, Not shaped by fame, nor pride, nor accolade. Its radiance glows in silence, not in sound, A whisper beyond thunder's vain display; It roots itself beneath the surface ground, And guides my failing feet when skies turn gray. No...

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