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Best Poems About / On SONNET
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A Sonnet for Noireen
I saw you across a crowded room
I fell in love
I had to write you a sonnet
My heart went vroom vroom vroom
I asked for your hand
I won it
All the eyes were on us
As we glided across the floor
The ladies Cooed
The men cussed
All full of envy
As we danced more and more
We danced slowly
We danced swiftly
The ladies bowed so lowly
The men minced so shifty
We were too busy in love
Our steps as one so nifty
So let the music of love play on
Let the fiddlers bow be long
As you danced like a swan
All the world stood outshone
As the crowd looked upon
At we two dancing as one
I thank the lord above
For being in that room
When I fell in love
As my heart went vroom vroom vroom
I asked for your hand
I won it
Its been a few years now
My heart is still soaring
To you the perfect muse
I offer this humble sonnet
To one: in all ways so beautiful
To Noireen
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Between Ghent And Bruges
AH yes, exactly so; but when a man
Has trundled out of England into France
And half through Belgium, always in this prance
Of steam, and still has stuck to his first plan
Blank verse or sonnets; and as he began
Would end;why, even the blankest verse may chance
To falter in default of circumstance,
And even the sonnet miss its mystic span.
Trees will be trees, grass grass, pools merely pools,
Unto the end of time and Belgiumpoints
Of fact which Poets (very abject fools)
Get scent ofonce their epithets grown tame
And scarce. Even to these foreign railsmy joints
Begin to find their jolting much the same.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Sounds Uttered
A sound uttered by the same sonnet is unique,
You bellow in the extreme, unlike my sonnet;
The laughter attached is liking me and you,
But my poetry has love behind it, behind it.
This simple recipe called sounds of letters
Places me to say what I like about the way;
It is the way of the proud men that I speak
And not of those who shun and become remorse.
This sound I read as a letter or two shall accompany
Me and others of the same crowd, calling them
Not ignorant people, not backward groups
And not stupid or horrendous individuals.
Naveed Akram
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Attempted Sonnet
You asked, Why dont you write me a sonnet?
To be honest Im not very good at rhyme,
Ten syllables sounds like a big struggle,
I wouldnt stick to fourteen lines in it.
So Im not going to do any of that.
I thought about stealing lines
From some other poems,
But I thought youd realize what they were.
So I write this in my own words,
So let us doth go forth with prose.
How do I love thee? Let me think,
Erm, you make me feel good,
You make me smile.
I think I make you smile too,
When Im not been stubborn.
All I can say is I love you,
Because that is what I feel.
A sonnet I cant give you,
So all I give is this and my love,
I hope they will be enough.
© Charlie F. Kane
21/3/06
Charlie F. Kane
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