Poems About: SONNET

What will I write about in this sonnet?
Of who's existence I really don't care...
Why, just the thought of doing it
Makes me feel the need for fresh air! read more »

Mary had a little horse
the horse was just a pony,
the horse had hooves and balls of course
but ate no maccaroni. read more »

I was going to write you a sonnet
with much wisdom, both in it and on it.
But while walking near trees
I saw millions of bees read more »

This isn't a love song
Its a song about blood
This isn't a poem of hearts
Its a poem of broken love read more »

A Sonnet is a moment's monument,
Memorial from the Soul's eternity
To one dead deathless hour. Look that it be,
Whether for lustral rite or dire portent, read more »

'Scorn not the sonnet.' Well, I reckon not,
I would not scorn a rondeau, villanelle,
Ballade, sestina, triolet, rondel,
Or e'en a quatrain, humble and forgot, read more »

Beneath the pale sun's melancholy ray
a tearful empress lays her garland down,
relinquishing her fragrance of renown,
where blossoms left on each abandoned spray read more »

OVER the land is April,
Over my heart a rose;
Over the high, brown mountain
The sound of singing goes. read more »

Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody
Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; read more »

A sonnet is a moment's monument, --
Memorial from the Soul's eternity
To one dead deathless hour. Look that it be,
Whether for lustral rite or dire portent, read more »

The parks and paddocks lush and green wildflowers bloom by the roadway
And birds are singing in the wood it is a lovely day
A forecast low of nineteen and a high of twenty three
And pink flowers in large clusters on the rhododendron tree, read more »

a grain of sand all heaven may hold,
and the stars spin round a flower;
alchemists exchange precious gold;
philosophers seek the stone of power; read more »