Poems classified as: Sonnet

A genre of poetry originated in Italy, Sonnet is a poem of fourteen lines that follows a strict rhyme scheme and specific structure. William Shakespeare being the father of Sonnets, this poetic form is written in iambic pentameter, where an unstressed syllable is followed by a stressed syllable five times. The rhyme scheme in a Shakespearean sonnet is a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g; the last two lines being a rhyming couplet. Though sonnets have come a long way, they still have the charm of an old poetic pattern that’s wonderful to read.

Left Behind?

Left Behind? sonnet poems

Just because your turn has not come, Doesn’t mean there is no future. Even though everyday feels wearisome, You haven’t seen the bigger picture. Don’t compare your race with another, Everyone has a different finish. Switching tracks, shoes, trying to

Love Sonnet 225

Love Sonnet 225 sonnet poems

The flower that now captivates my heart, Become so fond of showing in my dreams, And oh, the sweet ruse that from there would start, Relates such dreamscapes of so lovely themes; Like fireworks that give memories their sheen, Excitement

The Listener’s Initiation

The Listeners Initiation sonnet poems

Rhythm and Rhyme reach the Listener. Put him behind bars and begin to beat. Thoughts of escape, a tortured prisoner, he resists and is met by quick defeat. Possessed by Flow, with no exorcism, he is stabbed with a double

Ars Poetica

Ars Poetica sonnet poems

A poem discovers itself along the line Toggle an image Free from a fabric of words And a poem unravels, whole and complete.. There’s the marble bench halfway down the Azalea Way, and nearby in a white leaf magnolia, a single silk veil

Home Bound

Home Bound sonnet poems

Unimpressed by your lack of ambition I want to control, dictate your small mind Exploited, but fine with your position While our heads are foreign, our hearts combined Your mother, your dad grew up in this town Your father served

Love Sonnet 221

Love Sonnet 221 sonnet poems

I’ll gladly share Dreamland with you always, Not to reserve one bit for others’ use, But make its days smolder and nights ablaze, And keep each of us as love’s recluse; We’ll shut the storm from blowing through each spring,

Floating For You

Floating For You sonnet poems

My feet can’t touch the ground when you’re around Since your smile makes me leap while your gaze Effortlessly keeps my head in the clouds While I’m unwittingly tied to this place. No song lasts longer than Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Sweet

Bad Sad

Bad Sad sonnet poems

Thinking about past Again and again Life is still very vast Enjoy the forthcoming rain Raindrops coming from heaven Every drop ending on floor Every day you keep on missing someone The truth you can’t ignore Anything can be done

The Prince

The Prince sonnet poems

In a far away land, I used to call my own, There lives a King and a Queen whom people never disown. That’s why God give them a gift they call their son, A Prince that grew from a little

Love Sonnet 216

Love Sonnet 216 sonnet poems

You loved me many years before we met, In corridors of past forgotten time, When many lifetimes proved certain our fate, As one destined for each other’s sweet rhyme; Events, fateful, have paved each trodden way, Not just by chance

The Autistic Land

The Autistic Land sonnet poems

I know you hear me, but you answer not. I beg and scream: ‘Please, look into my eyes! ‘. Yet, silently, you scratch unopened skies. I wish I’d know your every hidden thought. I try to hug you, but you

Out Of God’s Eyes

Out Of Gods Eyes sonnet poems

Rise, oh weary, war-spawned sheep Leave your demons caged in sleep. Travel up above this place Of caste and creed, of greed and waste. Shear the spirit from the host Invoke the remnants of the scourge Awaken sentience in the

King Damastocles

King Damastocles sonnet poems

My afflicting Evil precedes our God himself; at dawn was born in turbulent oceans, sunken ravines that few had trod, ripe with fruits of ever-present torment. People rejoiced at my each rising word, trees uproot with the gesture of my

The Sea Mist

The Sea Mist sonnet poems

Here we are, amidst the roaring chaos, Amidst the turmoil of a sanguine sea Where lightning strikes furiously across Encumbering clouds of serenity. The wind has torn your bones to white splinters And left your hearts to the mercy of