Best Spenserian Sonnet Poems

Her smile is like a wondrous day in May
when morning's glow gilds sky with golden light.
And happy singing robins lead the way
for taking care of burdens never slight.
Her smile gives me a frame of mind that's right,
there's sudden warmth of plesure deep within.
This treasure placed...

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Trochaic Pentameter

My love's spirit's gentle like a breeze that
blows cool o'er this my brow, most hot, feverish.
I am made calm by her presence like at
times when discontent doth make one peevish.
She is children's mother never churlish,
meeting needs with day to day devotion.
Seen ne'er showing disposition...

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You're startin to feel lonely, the guilt is settin in, it's changing,
you're only so strong as you portray, and now it's fading-
into a red bubbling mess, boiling, rearranging
into something new, indestructible and its paying-
for the consequences, this guilt has no sympathy for dating-
whether it's hells...

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Mountains are immovable, defeating
Except when worn by a mustard seed faith.
Your love for me is transient, fleeting
Gone so quickly, it is more like a wraith.
You have too much love, like Henry the Eighth;
There's ennui in your arms; death in your gaze.
And she may be new,...

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At crescent moon I see Artemis smile
in eyes of blue; the laughing eyes of you.
I look at you and lose my heart awhile
as love reminds our souls we're one in two.
In you I know my dreams are coming true,
my senses lost within a flushing cheek,
the...

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T’is the season of jolly and such fun
Ending a year and starting out brand new
Others will be looking to the long run
Uplifting many with words from a few
Celebrating the new binding like glue
Moving together with tag poetry
Pot on the stove with Epulaeryu brew
This stew is...

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Celibacy 

Buxom spouse desired of most any man
 His love his life must nature wash away 
  Voluptuous swaying hips man’s eyes scan 
   His gaze into those hazel eyes doeth sway 
    Fleshly desires it seems always that...

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Mountains are immovable, defeating
Except when worn by a mustard seed faith.
Your love for me is transient, fleeting
Gone so quickly, it is more like a wraith.
You have too much love, like Henry the Eighth;
There's ennui in your arms; death in your gaze.
And she may be new,...

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The love of God is a priceless blessing
An affection mightier than fire
Empty grave; the saints, forever singing
To die for me was his greatest desire

Shall I liken Christ to any desire?
The nails and stone couldn't retain my Lord
For my sake, He was caught in the crossfire
To...

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