Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Examples

Summer Host a Jamboree Summer hosts a party – a JAMBOREE! Sends out engraved floral invitations Annual pageant ~ ~ ~ blooms wear filigree Ruffled pansies…deep purple impatiens. Poppies perform - these highway troubadours Butterscotch daisies festoon o p e n roads, Popcorn blooms BuRsT – celebration’s UP-roar!!! Music :) merriment :), through coral bells flows. A fiesta of flowers twirl in jubilees Dandelion meadows...

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He walked in barefoot, smelling like the sun— like orange peel and smoke and something green. His voice was low, like rivers when they run through woods where no one living’s ever been. He said my name as if it meant a spell, and touched my wrist like light through tangled leaves. The world grew still—the sky, the heat, the bell of...

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Heat, like fog, engulfs the environment. Flora and fauna burn in the sunbeams. Clamminess-filled vapor goes virulent. Mirages glimmer like unending streams. Tempests brimming with dust and debris blow. Unquenchably thirsty, the parched lands crack. With abstract sky paintings, dry evenings glow. Thunder peals on and off like an earthquake. Days taunt. Nights haunt. We burn in the furnace. Sleeplessness and nightmares pervade our...

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So much can change so quickly in a life. Love is the path, not a destination… When feelings become thoughts of “man and wife,” It takes blood and tears, and perspiration. We think this might be where we’ll always be, As peaks and valleys make us whine and groan. The road ahead is truly hard to see But hardships lighten when you’re...

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noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow— cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold. a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled. children shriek!—a liquid burst of now, popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green— cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down— bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!— the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the...

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And you suffer confirmation bias, Seek only what supports what you decide, Quite objective as I’m, I’ve no such ass, AI posed, I’ve no monkey mind beside, Nor my emotions blur reality, Nor ever short change the reign of reason. But I’ve this gift: Devil’s Advocacy, Human intelligence is rare, my son, To err is human and to learn divine! And there’s...

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In dream last night when I talked to AI, Our dialogue went on back and forth like this: I said, look, brain sees what it likes well nigh, Hope, you help not with same human disease. Men well can read misspelt words fair and right, I hope, you’ve acquired this ability-- To ignore what might fail to conform quite, Men...

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a curtal sonnet Each obituary I read is mine; husband, wife, son and daughter abide where the records of their lives do still exist; motality belongs to time's design, stitching out each minute without prayer, and you are simply helpless to resist the imagination of the Weavers~ when will Atropos become the slayer, and with her sharpened scissors give a twist, putting all your...

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Drifting into sleep, repressed desires stir, shaped as living beings in dream’s domain, where assuming a role, as we prefer, we navigate this mystical terrain. As subject and object, we are the all, though we know this not, being hypnotised, thus the actor on stage cannot recall, that he himself is as all forms disguised. The dreamer and dreamed, both being the same, how...

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The beauty of your life is so easy to see, In the colors and lines of your symmetry. After a time with the tree of your life, Severed from your stem by the wind as a knife. To ride the wind and swirl to the ground, To please another as your beauty is found. I can see in your color a...

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I feel your warm embrace this summer day. Our naked and awaiting your caress. To burn with hot desire - while I lay My heart and soul are yours now to possess. We touch and mingle, soon we will entwine. I’ll beg for more and want you deep within. Connected, I am yours and you are mine Our climax high shall reach...

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There are four seasons every year on earth. They are Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. The season now is like boiling water. This season is mostly good for the plants. Well, experts say that plants need much sunlight. All living things need sunlight to live too. It’s so hot, but need to get used to it. Oh, the sun! The sun! The...

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Each Summer blossom, rustle of the trees, Spring’s over, I know your work is all done. Every bird in flight, every gentle breeze, Summertimes here to have fun in the sun. Still glowing brightly, is the colored moon, Wonderful perfumes drifting so sprightly, Excitement of surprises coming soon, Summer sun shining, shimmering slightly. By the seaside the ocean is churning. Such sunsets, the...

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Contemplating as a thinker thinking, self-appraising rate of our vibration, we dwell not in awareness unblinking but ego distanced from God’s creation. It’s not about knowing but becoming, whilst resting in tranquil, blissful repose, synced with the gong of Om within drumming, witnessing how we so metamorphose. If we see God as another object, flawed and deluded is our perception but with ego dropped, bliss...

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Oh mirror of my soul where have you gone, now that the forest wind has set you free? Days grown long, yet the same sun tumbles on, as a quiet Song thrush sings back to me. Radio croons a song, in silky drawl.. of latticed roses in proper pink dress. Meadow melody sung in summer squall, and life's mystery left only to...

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