Most Liked Sonnet Poems (335)

Sunday

This poem is about me and my girlfriend and the weekends we have together

Little Bud

A tale of summer love.

But to me

I suppose this is about going along with the crowd and not stopping to question it.

WOMAN

dedicated to women, particularly those who are facing gender inequality in the workplace and society in general

by the river side

I wrote this poem when i was feeling depressed and i decided to go by the riverside...

Sonnet No1

My work sometimes requires me to visit people's homes, where I often get an insight into their lifestyle. This is an attempt to describe one in particular.

Fighting the Good Fight

I wrote this poem as a tribute to some of the good people I’ve met in the CS forum and blogs.

You gotta love him.

It's not about what's on the outside.

Miss I'm Impossible

Just thought fluttering around in my head.

Earth, Sea and Sky

Nature's Trinity iambic pentameter sonnet (ten syllables per line) (successive lines rhyme scheme)

Little Apples will grow Again

Nature. Where the growth formula lends its hand. The internal reflection of the root dynamic expresses itself and shares the mirror image as they blossom. When the acceptance root sprouts itself the mind no longer retreats. The journey seems possible

Light From the Darkest Star (Paloma's Challenge)

metaphor for truth,,,,, (originally posted in 2012)

Mother Nature Speaks.

Mother Nature is unsettled. Is the world in disbelief ?

Circle of Life... Socrates Challenge.

Thanks Socrates for the challenge.

Good - Morrow

My favourite poem by John Donne I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ? 'Twas so ; but this, all pl

Six sides

Slams the door Heavy the hinges grinds that Drewls within the stench of odours of others that have been before Light flickers Heavy bangs noises loud voices heard Six sides one is trapped One sits to one fate to one's dispair Stench of

Lament for a C/S Poetess.

This is written in memory of Christina.... ( Pseudonym Odette67), a C/S Poetess who graced this corner for years with special poetry and honest critique. She lived in the beautiful Lake District in Cumbria, England and passed away earlier this year. Her favourite poetry form was a Sonnet so this one is for you Dear Christina. Sleep soundly with the Angels..we'll see you on the other side. Mick.x

The Wish

I picked up the phone Many times tonight Waiting for your messages about a life you had before The ghosts of love waiting at my door My heart, It feels anticipation my soul, it aches apprehensive in mind As the ghosts of love Knock once

Two Friends Of Mine.

A Sonnet dedicated to my two life-long friends.

If I Could Question Love.

My own challenge entry.

Remnants..

Fond memories...

My Busy Ladder

A fresh spring 'sonnet' about a brave little robin building her nest on my hanging ladder and taking away some of my busy chores; while I just sit back and enjoy watching a little nature outdoors.

Connection to Nature

Dedicated to those who experience a direct personal connection to Nature independent of any explanation. (Any attempt at explanation detracts from the immediate empirical quality of the experience which is the focus of this piece.)

A Tapestry of Growth

improvement can't like you

A Beauteous Sight

Something I did write for someone really special, some years back.

Elysian Dreams

One I write a while back, when the heart was dancing.

Gnome aching things right.

A little fun with the sprinkler...

The Value of Pie

Call me pedantic, but sometimes there can be no compromise.

Time Traveler

Such as the name suggests going on an epic journey

Sarah Montague

Every week day at one p.m. the object of my heart’s desire hosts a news programme on the radio.

Don’t drop me in it

Men, what are they like?

That thing you want to try

My Dream

We should listen to our dreams.

HIDDEN TREASURE

WE CAN SEARCH FOR TREASURE, STORM THE GREAT WALLS OF THE KEEP, OR HUNT ALONG THE HILLSIDE WHERE GOLD IS BURIED DEEP. WE CAN QUEST ENDLESSLY FOR SOME GREAT HIDDEN TROVE AND HUNT FOR SPARKLING GEMS WHEREVER WE MAY ROVE. OVER LAND OR SEA OR WAY

Sonnet #16

Time is one of my most Treasured Assets; so this is an interesting Sonnet that sums it up for me....

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.

Sonnet #21

Modern Interpretation.. I’m not like that other poet who writes about a woman who’s pretty because she wears a lot of makeup. In his verses, he compares her to heaven itself, and to every other beautiful thing—the sun and moon, the rich gems of earth and sea, the first flowers of April, and all the rest of the precious things on the face of the earth. Since I really am in love, I just want to write the truth, and when I do, believe me—my lover is as beautiful as any human being, though maybe not as bright as the stars. Whoever actually likes those love-poem clichés can say more; I’m not trying to sell anything, so I won’t waste time with praise

Sonet #22

Forever Young

The Seer

Just thoughts and ramblings.

I'm Back

Hi to all of the CS poets - here's a sonnet of sorts Oh how I've missed what you all have to say - And hooray, hooray, I'm back online today. © lovecanbereal

Elysium Fields

Within Elysium Dreams love does shine.