The skull looks out with those cavernous eyes
My eye fell upon it this dark moonless night
What had it seen in the days when it roamed
Did it count this as home, arrive here at length
Day's sunrise no longer visits to bring it to life
What's passed before it now passes it by
Once counting for all it's now out of sight
What more can be said of these jaws clenching teeth
No lively tongue placed in that cheek turned to bone
Not a sight for the weak with no word left to say
And what of the rest of the skeleton crew
Who all did their best with what they had left
What separates them now from my contemplation
Is the flesh all that's weak... or is my spirit, too?
“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.” ~ John Muir
The gently rippling surface of a lake
plays with the reflections of clouds and trees
and comes on to the shore to softly break,
urged on by the afternoon summer breeze.
Clean country air carries the smell of pine,
and sounds of hidden creatures in the wood.
Mother Nature's harmonious design
witnessed by me and a jay with a hood.
Knowing I'm in a place where I belong,
where the lake is refreshed by a cool brook,
and twittering birds improvise a song,
in my secluded grassy mountain nook.
,
I wish that you, too, could be here with me,
to experience sweet tranquility.
Life is your harvest
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The combine drones in the field
gathering corn planted in spring.
The father holds the wheel—
his son pulls the wagon
to take the corn—
efforts measured
by what they yield.
The father bears his years,
his love for family and farm.
Branches of trees dance in winds,
a day of winter they will bring
silent moments under a cover of snow
reflections of sun as the year passes
over his spread of land as it rests.
My love for you is a Mojave Desert;
Twelve thirsty years without a drop of rain;
Twelve years of trying to decipher whether
You die from heatstroke or from my disdain.
You search for water, or for something living,
But what you find is only a charade:
A Joshua—the tree too dry for giving
Relief from heat, a semblance of a shade.
Who is your guide into the sun-bleached future,
Who cheers you on, for better or for worse?
A grimly-reaping heat-enamored vulture
Attracted to the prospect of your corpse.
And yet, this searing desert cannot start
To melt the iceberg of my frozen heart.
Because I forget everything
I forget what is my name
My name that is nothing
But just hungry for the fame.
I forget what is my gender
My gender that is physical
In the false pride, they wander
And the human, becomes invisible.
I forget my region - religion
My region that is limited
My religion that is just illusion
And all the marts are fully decorated.
Yell! Shout! Cry! Urge!
Don't say I, say the universe .
Form, a mirror in which we see our face,
reflection of living light drenched in bliss,
Cupid’s caress, gripping us in embrace,
as nodes within freely mingle and kiss.
Vibrance of innocence does not rehearse,
since God as our guide dwells in heart inside,
that we as He, one with the universe,
plunge into the void, where we wingless glide.
Empowered with gift of bilocation,
poised in a bliss squall, we become the all,
playful flirtation as our vocation,
a pillar of light always standing tall.
As we so metamorphose in repose ~
Divine love and light from our aura glows
Beyond fair reason, I shall think of you
in fallen grass or bloomed and flowered field
to see moments so fleeting fade to blue
with distant thoughts I quietly yield
this memory trembles forever soft
in mists and visions of a face I've kissed
when whisked to midnight moon and stars aloft
the sheltered afterglow I reminisce
the shadowed door in candlelight so still
an empty chair, a fading silhouette
the heart will not forget, the last breath will
when flame to ash can trace two who met
a hand that came to brush a cheek confessed
a kiss remembered when lovers caressed
Some folks I know achieve that beautiful approach
To compliment the fables they’ve been told
They’re able to fall down the rabbit hole
Which doesn’t mean they’re sleeping on the couch
Their Wonderland is always at the service
How did they do it, I don’t have a clue
This harsh reality, is it a wonder too?
If so, it’s not the book I’d like to purchase
Each wonder has its aim, so what is mine
Has never been occurred in my mind
I’ll be so very grateful if you tell
But I am in the dark, you cannot hear
And even if you do, you are not near
No wonder pushes me down through the well..
I am being watched in the witching hour
I know without knowing how I know
an ominous feeling Halloween night
ethereal entity’s superpower
east winds rise up, a blustery blow
magic is involved, I feel it might
entity soon materialized
starting out from a surreal glow
werewolf rose up to an unnatural height
my frightened blueblood homogenized
I never divulge this devilish sight
The fading moon looks upon the road
as the sun rises over a field.
Grasses dance in the wind
in a quiet place where life begins.
The first day of the week
a new place to stand
A road once torn must be rebuilt--
the weary heart bears its age.
Contrails in the sky of a jet plane
spread in the sky and disappear
another journey taken in time.
A lone worker stands in place
and a line of cars passes
people waving like friends he knew.
A breeze sings, the moon gone
never lost when remembered.
We have seen our true form as living light,
outside time, as awareness self-aware,
dwelling in peace, lustre soft white yet bright,
fabric of consciousness, naked and bare.
Jiva as body-mind, Self as Atma,
are both us, immanent and transcendent,
birthed by light of God or Paramatma,
our innate being-ness, bliss resplendent.
The truth eternal becomes apparent,
when concepts we hold onto are released,
that as vaporised presence transparent,
the veil is pierced when thought ripples have ceased.
With cessation as our meditation ~
We become the flame, the bliss pulsation
Our world is full of indecision
There are too many voices in each ear
Blue lights overshadowing our vision
More overstimulation every year
Far too many choices to consider
Self help books, influencers, and podcasts
My peace of mind to the highest bidder
One after another, it never lasts
With attention spans to weak to hold on
Mental exhaustion and burnout is real
Depression and anxiety will spawn
And a suicidal fate we will seal
True inner peace comes from a quiet soul
So less distractions will make our hearts whole
Somewhere between the god and demon rift
I staggered on the edge of reason’s drift
As silence fell upon a sightless soul
I sat within a darkness none should know
Had I not shared my sandwich with a child
Held the trembling hands of those beguiled
By the preachers and the poachers Ponzi schemes
As tears fell on the embers of their dreams
Now echoless the empty chambers cringe
Soft organs overwhelmed by endless sins
That dance within the shadow of life’s needs
To fill its vacancy with ancient creeds
The preacher a mystery weaving fraud
That serves a lost and needy demon god
build up of angst does not last for too long
transformed into rapture by a bliss mist
causing porous heart to sing a love song
compelling ego to unclench its fist
witnessing the lows as well as the highs
our empty body shell now magnetised
illusion of darkness at sunrise dies
whence vibrance of presence is realised
spine a band of steel extends its domain
engulfing both the crown and our third eye
that as grace in-pours like light healing rain
with epiphanies that dawn we comply
as we sail along an unknown locus ~
the guru node is again in focus
The ocean of intelligence waves my faith
Between the horizon clouds fall asleep
The science of the mind shows my traite
Upon surrendering my soul no one must weep
Under the twilight merge the lamp of my dream
the silence have awaken my deep sorrow
With the sharpened moon the arrows beam
faster than the wind my mind will follow
Surrounded by boundaries of mental fear
the stars are awakened to challenge and fight
What happens to the old souls who disappear
all the answers in the future will come to light
To unveil the mystery of life is a difficult path
look for the sage who knows the silent art
Introduction
The special pleasure of reading sonnets side by side lies in watching pressure become possibility. Each poet works within a compact architecture, yet the emotional route through that space can differ dramatically. One poem may unfold as a patient meditation; another may argue with itself, stage a confession, overturn an expectation, or reserve its sharpest recognition for the closing lines. Because the available space is concentrated, small choices in diction, sound, and placement carry unusual weight.
As you browse the community poems, expect variety in voice and handling. Some poets may favor musical regularity, while others create expressive friction between conversational speech and patterned sound. Some may make the poem's turn unmistakable; others may let it arrive as a subtle change in image, tense, address, or emotional temperature. Endings can resolve an argument, expose a contradiction, intensify uncertainty, or make an earlier detail newly significant. Such differences show how convention can support individuality rather than suppress it.
Reading beyond the first example is especially valuable because no single sonnet reveals the form's full expressive range. Compare several poets' approaches to openings, transitions, recurring sounds, and closure. Notice which poems seem to think through their subject rather than merely describe it, and which formal decisions make that thinking audible. The collection becomes a workshop in artistic judgment: readers can observe how shared expectations generate suspense while each poet decides when to fulfill, delay, redirect, or challenge them.
Reading Guide
A rewarding way to read a sonnet is to follow not only what it says but how its thinking changes under pressure. The poem's compact design encourages readers to expect relationship among every image, sentence, sound, and shift. As you read the community poems, resist judging them solely by visible pattern or rhyme. Listen for the interaction between structure and discovery: does the speaker arrive somewhere emotionally or intellectually different from where the poem began? Comparing several examples can reveal that a turn need not be a dramatic reversal. It may be a qualification, a deepening, a change of audience, or a quiet recognition that alters everything around it.
- Opening pressure: Notice whether the first lines present a claim, scene, question, address, or disturbance. A sonnet has little room for a long approach, so the opening establishes both urgency and direction. Ask: what expectation does each poet create immediately, and how does the rest of the poem answer it?
- The movement of thought: Track conjunctions, changes in tense, and words of contrast or consequence. These often reveal the poem reasoning through its subject rather than simply decorating it. Ask: where does the speaker reconsider, resist, or complicate the initial position?
- Sectional relationships: Listen for how quatrains, an octave and sestet, or other internal groupings cooperate. Sections may accumulate evidence, oppose one another, or change scale. Ask: does each part advance the poem, or does any section merely repeat what has already been understood?
- Sound under meaning: Attend to rhyme, echo, alliteration, and vowel music without treating them as ornaments. Recurring sounds can bind distant ideas, create inevitability, or introduce irony. Ask: which sonic connection also produces a meaningful connection?
- Sentence and line tension: Observe whether syntax stops with the line or runs across it. End-stopped lines can sound deliberate and settled; enjambment can accelerate thought or postpone crucial information. Ask: how does each poet use line endings to control breath, emphasis, and anticipation?
- The turn and the ending: Identify the moment after which earlier lines must be reconsidered, then examine how the ending responds. Closure may feel conclusive, provisional, epigrammatic, or deliberately unsettled. Ask: has the final statement been earned by the poem's development, or does it arrive as an attached summary?
When comparing poems, mark the point at which each one becomes more than its subject. That moment often occurs when sound, structure, and thought converge, allowing the form to enact a discovery instead of merely containing one.
Writing Tips
Begin a sonnet draft with a pressure worth sustaining: a divided feeling, an argument that can change, an image that invites reinterpretation, or a question whose answer is not yet known. The form rewards material that can develop rather than material already settled in the writer's mind. In workshop, the most useful question is often not whether the pattern is correct, but whether each formal decision intensifies the poem's emotional and intellectual movement.
- Choose a subject with two or more forces: Love complicated by doubt, grief interrupted by gratitude, beauty shadowed by damage, or conviction challenged by experience can generate genuine movement. A subject with no internal resistance may produce fourteen lines of restatement. Draft the competing impulses before deciding how the poem will turn.
- Build an argument through images: Do not rely entirely on abstract declarations. Give the speaker something concrete to observe, touch, remember, or misread. An image introduced early can return near the end with altered meaning, making the structure feel necessary rather than imposed.
- Draft beyond the container first: Write freely about the subject before compressing it. This helps distinguish essential discoveries from phrases included only to satisfy rhyme or length. During shaping, preserve the emotional logic even if favorite lines must be discarded.
- Treat rhyme as a generator, not a dictator: A rhyme can suggest an unexpected association, but it should not force inverted syntax, filler, or an implausible word. If the language sounds as though it exists only to complete a pattern, reconsider both rhyme words. Near rhyme or a revised sentence may better serve the voice, depending on the chosen approach.
- Plan the turn without over-signaling it: Know what changes and why, but avoid assuming that a conspicuous contrast word will create development by itself. The turn should be prepared through accumulating images, tonal pressure, or logical tension. It can revise the opening claim, reveal its cost, or shift from public statement to private admission.
- Vary pacing within the pattern: Sentence length, punctuation, caesura, and enjambment can keep regularity from becoming mechanical. A long sentence may carry urgency across several lines, while a brief sentence can create a decisive pause. Use pacing to embody thought rather than adding arbitrary variety.
- Protect the speaker's natural voice: Formal language need not sound archaic or ceremonious. Test whether diction belongs to this particular speaker and situation. Elevated phrasing can be powerful when earned, but inflated vocabulary often distances readers from the emotional stakes.
- Earn the last lines: A common beginner mistake is saving a clever statement for the end without preparing its implications. Where a closing couplet is used, it may crystallize, counter, or disturb what precedes it; elsewhere, closure may emerge through a final image or tonal shift. Avoid explaining the lesson after the poem has already made it felt.
During revision, read the draft aloud twice: first for natural speech, then for pattern and echo. Mark every place where breath, syntax, and line ending compete unintentionally. Circle repeated abstractions, predictable rhyme pairs, and images that do not contribute to the turn. Finally, ask a reader to identify where the poem changes and what the ending makes newly visible. If that account differs from your intention, revise the development rather than merely emphasizing the conclusion.
Interesting Facts
- Constraint can expose weak thinking as readily as weak technique. Because the poem is concentrated, repeated ideas and decorative lines become conspicuous. The challenge is not simply fitting material into a pattern but creating enough development to make every section necessary.
- A turn can alter the poem without changing its subject. The speaker may continue looking at the same person, object, or scene while adopting a different moral, emotional, or temporal perspective. This makes subtle shifts in pronoun, tense, and diction especially consequential.
- Rhyme can carry an argument beneath the syntax. Words paired by sound may be opposed in meaning, linked ironically, or made to seem fated for one another. Readers often remember a rhyme most strongly when its sonic satisfaction also produces conceptual surprise.
- Regularity and disturbance are expressive partners. A steady movement can suggest composure, ceremony, confidence, or entrapment. A disrupted rhythm can then register hesitation or urgency, while an irregular poem may use a sudden patch of regularity to create calm or emphasis.
- The ending changes the memory of the beginning. Strong closure does more than stop the poem. It sends the reader backward, making an early image, claim, or tonal clue appear differently. This retrospective effect is one reason rereading sonnets can be especially rewarding.
- Shared conventions make individuality easier to hear. When browsing the poems in this collection, compare how writers handle the same points of pressure: entry, sectional movement, turn, and closure. Differences in voice and imaginative logic become clearer against a recognizable set of expectations.
Popular Themes
Subject matter and form interact most fruitfully when the poem's design gives shape to a genuine change in perception. The themes below are literary possibilities rather than statistical rankings. Each can benefit from the sonnet's capacity to concentrate attention, set competing ideas against one another, and make an ending answer or unsettle what came before.
- Love and desire: Attraction rarely exists without distance, idealization, jealousy, humor, or doubt. The form can move from praise toward complication, or strip away conventional comparisons to reach a more credible intimacy.
- Loss and remembrance: A remembered person or place can be approached through one exact image before the poem turns toward absence. Compression helps prevent grief from becoming diffuse, while recurring sound can mimic memory's persistence.
- Nature and seasonal change: A landscape may begin as observation and become a measure of human time, mortality, or renewal. The turn allows the outer scene to disclose an inward condition without requiring a lengthy explanation.
- Time, aging, and mortality: These subjects suit a structure in which forward movement is keenly felt. A poet can contrast what passes with what language, memory, art, or affection attempts to preserve.
- Conflict and public conscience: War, injustice, environmental damage, and social responsibility can be developed as arguments rather than slogans. The limited space encourages precision, while the ending can complicate certainty or sharpen a call to attention.
- Family and inheritance: Relationships between parents, children, partners, or generations often contain affection and resistance at once. Changes in address, tense, or remembered detail can reveal how identity is inherited, contested, or revised.
- Art, music, and making: A sonnet about another artwork can imitate, question, or answer its subject. Patterned sound offers a way to explore the difference between formal beauty and lived experience.
As you read the community poems, compare how different writers transform similar themes through distinct images, turns, and endings. Two poets may address the same subject yet create entirely different experiences because one argues, another remembers, and another lets sound carry what the speaker cannot state directly.
Editorial Insights
The sonnet's central artistic tension lies between inevitability and discovery. Its recognizable architecture creates an expectation that thought will be shaped, balanced, or redirected, yet a memorable poem must not feel as though its conclusion was mechanically predetermined. The reader wants both control and risk: language precise enough to sustain formal pressure, but inquiry alive enough that the speaker might genuinely be changed by what is said. When that balance succeeds, the poem seems less like content poured into a mold than a thought that could have taken no more fitting shape.
Strong examples make structure participate in meaning. A sequence of sections may test successive claims; a rhyme may yoke tenderness to threat; enjambment may carry a speaker past an intended stopping point; a pause may expose reluctance. The turn then feels like a consequence of accumulated pressure rather than an item checked off a formal plan. Editors and attentive readers notice when the subject and design reinforce one another: restraint may suit a speaker suppressing grief, exact sonic recurrence may enact obsession, and a sudden tonal simplification may reveal honesty after elaborate self-deception.
Technically recognizable drafts often weaken when pattern becomes more visible than purpose. Predictable rhyme can make the language arrive before the thought. Forced inversion can blur the speaker's identity, while inflated diction can create a borrowed poetic voice. Other drafts explain every implication, leaving the turn nothing to reveal, or spend so much space establishing the premise that the ending must rush through the discovery. Mechanical segmentation is another danger: sections may be correctly arranged yet emotionally interchangeable. The remedy is not necessarily greater looseness, but a clearer understanding of what each part changes.
Individuality remains visible through the nature of the speaker's attention. One poet notices texture, another contradiction; one thinks through argument, another through image or tonal hesitation. Conventions become meaningful when selected and interpreted rather than merely obeyed. As you compare multiple community poems, ask not only which are polished but which create the strongest sense of necessity. Reading side by side develops judgment about proportion, surprise, and earned closure. It also reveals that quality cannot be reduced to perfect patterning: the lasting sonnet is the one whose formal choices make its emotional or intellectual discovery more exact, more resonant, and harder to forget.
Read, Write & Share
Read beyond the first sonnet that catches your attention. Follow several poets through their openings, turns, sound patterns, and endings, then compare how each interpretation changes your sense of what the form can accomplish. A thoughtful comment might identify an image that deepened on rereading, a transition that surprised you, or a closing line that sent you back to the beginning.
When you are ready, try shaping your own conflict, memory, observation, or question into a sonnet and publish it on PoetrySoup. Joining the collection adds another voice to an ongoing conversation between shared convention and individual discovery.
Collection Statistics
This collection contains 10402 sonnets, offering readers a broad field for comparing voices, subjects, turns, sound choices, and approaches to closure. Within a collection of this size, poets may follow familiar conventions closely, adapt them to contemporary speech and personal purpose, or challenge expectations while retaining a recognizable relationship to the form. Reading several examples together makes those interpretive differences easier to notice and discuss.
Sonnet Categories
Read wonderful sonnet poetry on the following sub-topics:
art, animals, christmas, death, dog, family, flowers, food, friendship, funny, halloween, kids, life, love, music, nature, nursery, parents, school, spring, sports, war, winter
and more.
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