Poems About: SONNET

In this page, poems on / about “sonnet” are listed.

  • 97.
    A Poetic Hunter's Day!

    About what shall I write today? Think I!
    Starting from letter A, I can write till Z
    Any poem, but it's not so interesting too! read more »

    Ramesh T A
  • 98.
    Fourteen Verses

    My passion is to write modern sonnets
    Yes indeed modern not traditional.
    Iambic pentameter I regret
    Is too restrictive and conditional. read more »

    Albert Ahearn
  • 99.
    The House of Life: The Sonnet

    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 »

    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  • 100.
    Sonnet Night

    It is sonnet night in my soul,
    the poetry floods me.
    In the dimness of your room
    your eyes of charm glisten. read more »

    ENRIQUE ALBERTO HURTADO MINOTTA
  • 101.
    Attempted Sonnet

    You asked, “Why don’t you write me a sonnet? ”
    To be honest I’m not very good at rhyme,
    Ten syllables sounds like a big struggle,
    I wouldn’t stick to fourteen lines in it. read more »

    Charlie F. Kane
  • 102.
    Words

    Words are powerful entities themselves

    They can be used to strengthen, rejuvenate, and rekindle our energies read more »

    Beau Jordan
  • 103.
    Cursed

    Hearken my love and heed this letter well
    For as you do the charm will surly last
    Pow’rs that be have blessed my unholy spell
    Unbreakable charm of magic I have cast read more »

    Amera Andersen
  • 104.
    Not a Sonnet

    I had to write a sonnet once
    For English Lit, as I recall.
    Bored youths expressing sentiment
    Of which we knew nothing at all. read more »

    Cressida Leigh
  • 105.
    Evil ways are nine

    If whoso fights should sure suffer defeat,
    There's naught worth fighting for upon this earth,
    When all things stand still where's the opposite?
    To fight for one view is an idle mirth. read more »

    Aniruddha Pathak
  • 106.
    Between Ghent And Bruges

    AH yes, exactly so; but when a man
    Has trundled out of England into France
    And half through Belgium, always in this prance read more »

    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  • 107.
    Focus on Springs

    Eventually the mine closed,
    where people worked for months
    without a salary, the last of them leave the grounds,
    and there’s a strong suspicion read more »

    Gert Strydom
  • 108.
    Sonnet For The World

    I want to write a sonnet for the world
    I want it to make you feel warm and cold
    one where you can whisper and still be heard
    treat it like a child, it is born, and hold read more »

    Daniel McCann
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