Sonnet 1
It was written long ago on 25 March 1992.
By The Babbling Brook
I had a dream and wrote it down in Sonnet form. The dream was love.
Mystery Of Faith
This sonnet is just reflecting on what Christmas is.
Memories (Lucy's challenge)
I have always struggled with the sonnet, but can't resist a good challenge.
Hold On Tightly
Love is just like a dance
Sonnet #16
Time is one of my most Treasured Assets; so this is an interesting Sonnet that sums it up for me....
When a Child is Born, (double sonnet, acrostic)
*W*hen children are born it's a wonderous thing. *H*earing it's cry opens mothering love. *E*very new heartbeat reminds us of spring. *N*ew life, new hope from creator above. *A*nyone being there around this place *C*herishes memories, store
Love’s Many Faces
This was one of my first attempts at writing a sonnet back on the mid 90's.
Enough(a sonnet)
I am not the knight in shining armour you dream of but I give you what you need!
nobody wins in war
we must give the best to our new generation to be, rememberable.
Provence
A reflection of a beautiful time spent in Provence.
Darth Robinson (The Things I Would Take Challenge)
Had fun with this one….. Thanks Shadow for the challenge!!
Ozymandias
My favorite poem of all time :) Mostly because when you hear Leonard Nimoy tell you he is Ozymandias, the line sounds extremely epic :D
mansoon
in kerala one of the state in india, mansoon for six months started. 1/4 area filled with water.now heavy rain and wind..... you cannot imagine its beauty....
By Candlelight
When we find each other...
PEACE AND SOLITUDE
LOTS OF TREES IN THE DISTANCE THE RIPPLING WAVES ALONG THE SEA SHORE OVER TO THE LEFT A SMALL BOAT RISING UP AND DOWN ON THE RIPPLING TIDE CLOSE TO A SMALL ISLAND THE GENTLENESS OF THE RIPPLING WATERS FLOWING IN AND OUT BY THE EBB Of THE TIDE
enclave
the AP (artistic police): "Didn't you see that No Rubbish sign back there?...Lemme see your registration and poetic license please."
The Seer
Just thoughts and ramblings.
To a Lady.
A sonnet to the best of womanhood.
(NEVER BEEN) STOLEN WORDS
lol You don’t need to search for the un-told word in the world, you already have it. For example: “love” 'Love' is just a word. When you love someone, say it! You may think, they might have heard it from the others a thousand times. You may right, but ignore it! Just say it, and do not care if it has been used before or not. 'Cus when you said it, it’s yours. And, it’s their ‘first time’ hearing it from you! Ex 2: ‘You are beautiful’ said by Mr. 'A' is DIFFERENT from ‘you are beautiful’ said by Mr. "B". It depends….. ^_______________^ LOL ONLY MY OPINION THOUGH... :P (ref : Mr. Fellsman poem on March 9, 2011)
THE COMMON LAW AND EQUITY
I wrote this poem in 2000 after I finished a course, 'Nigeria Legal System' in my second year at Ambrose Alli University, Ekpoma where I read Civil Law. I found the blend of both edges of the law fascinating. This will be better understood by people who understand the legal system of the Commonwealth of Nations as well as Christians who understand what Apostle Paul meant by the Law and Grace in his epistles.
a lovely summer recipe
candles add ambiance, great shared meal...tastes great ;-) file under love or food?!?!
xmas where are you
Is it that time of year With lots of cheer We wish you a merry xmas The cries ring out Music plays we wish a merry xmas I dont feel happy i feel sad Gone is santa his present un opened Lies where it was a decade ago How the spirit broken
to tell you "I love you'
I WILL WAIT UNTIL I FIND A REAL ONE..
We'll say no 'goodbyes'.
A sonnet written on the death of a friend, for in the sweet by and by, we'll meet again.
Timpul Lui Sageata (Time's Arrow)
I lost my cat my cat a month ago and finally I wrote him a homage. Life is fleeting in our world but our memory remains our companion through time.
Promised
This is a song that I wrote a while back. Hope you like it. Made my drummers girlfriend cry
Two Friends Of Mine.
A Sonnet dedicated to my two life-long friends.
Das Fazit dieses Leben (The verdict of this life)
Ich schaue in den Himmel über und Ich weine Insofern möchte Ich versuchen Meine Lieben nicht wieder zu mir Das ist das Fazit dieses Leben, das Ich sehen All mein Schmerz war mehr, als Ich ertragen konnte Und es dauerte eine lange Zeit für meine
Real or Illusion
resurrected feelings.
A sonnet to love.
visual beauty is but transient, but internal beauty is immortal
A SONNET
²written to express the hope on new found love in the Autumn of our days
Menin Gate Ypres.
The rich patriotic ritual played every evening at the Menin Gate, is a spine chilling reminder of the futility of war, engineered both by Kings and Politicians alike, the cattle slaughter house a more humane place to die than the Fields of Flanders.
WHAT IS YOUR HEART TELLING...
its all about our heart. i am not sure ,it is said correctly.. if not i need help.
for those women viewers
for your viewing...
Old Weathervane
Written In tribute to my fellow poet, Cafetwo2010, and his poem called “Crossroads”, for you Jim, because you are such a great source of much inspiration to others here on the corner.
Circle of Life... Socrates Challenge.
Thanks Socrates for the challenge.
Friends
you can never have too many real friends
the name you can trust
we are helpless to find our end..
need to make trust...
who can forget that moment...?
Sonnet #17
In the earlier sonnets, the poet's main concern was to persuade the youth to marry and reproduce his beauty in the creation of a child. That purpose changes here in Sonnet 17, in which the poet fears that his praise will be remembered merely as a "poet's rage" that falsely gave the youth more beauty than the youth actually possessed, thus expressing an insecurity about his poetic creations that began in the preceding sonnet. This disparaging tone concerning the sonnets is most evident in line 3, in which the poet characterizes his poetry as a "tomb." Such death imagery is appropriate given the frequent incorporation of time, death, and decay images throughout the first seventeen sonnets. Ironically, the poet, who has been so concerned about the young man's leaving behind a legacy at death to remind others of his priceless beauty, is now worried about his own future reputation. Will his poems be ridiculed by readers who disbelieve the poet's laudatory praise of the young man's beauty? Not, says the poet, if the youth has a child by which people can then compare the poet's descriptions of the youth's beauty to the beauty of the youth's child — now asking the youth to have a child in order to confirm the poet's worthiness. The sonnet's concluding couplet links s*xual procreation and versification as parallel activities: "But were some child of yours alive that time, / You should live twice — in it and in my rime." The poet's task is an endless struggle against time, whose destructive purpose can only be frustrated by the creation of fresh beauty or art, which holds life suspended.
A smile of Pure Delight
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