Sonnet: The Sonnet Form

The Sonnet Form

Folks say the sonnet form is out of date.
I cannot say that I myself agree.
Though modern poets’ verse is often free
of form or even simple rhyme of late.

Yet here and there we find occasionally,
a Cummings or a Parker who would state
their sentiments of love or hope or hate
within the sonnet form most succinctly.

Don’t you agree that it’s a noble trait?
To so constrain yourself when desperately
you seek to share the pure philosophy
within your heart to which all men relate?

If all this talk of sonnets makes you weak.
I still believe it’s how most people speak.

About Louis William Rose

“I am an advocate for Liberty. What I do for Liberty I do not do for profit or fame. I seek no office other than the office of parliamentarian, and no reward other than for myself and my fellow men and women to live in a free country.” Louis William Rose is a lifelong student of parliamentary procedure and political process. He has served as parliamentarian for various organizations. A political philosopher, poet, singer, and writer, his articles have been published on-line and in pro-liberty papers in Florida, Kentucky, Georgia, and Montana. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Political Science from the University of North Florida, graduating summa cum laude in 2004, with an additional two years of graduate work in political philosophy. Mr. Rose is an outspoken supporter of the basic rights of man, especially freedom of speech, association, religion, individual rights to personal defense and property, and of republican, constitutional forms of government. He is married to the lovely Jamy Sue Rose, an award winning nature photographer and a Florida Master Naturalist and guide. He has two sons, Edward, a hydroponic farmer in the panhandle of Florida, and Alexander, a successful real estate developer.
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1 Response to Sonnet: The Sonnet Form

  1. ninjafrk77 says:

    Indeed the sonnet dead not, here be found!
    So good to see a fellow poet true.
    The rhythm and the rhyming, oh the sound!
    Although I should not fib: I’m fairly new;
    So speak we all this language, most men do,
    Surprised, I, not, to find it so enwrapped
    In blankets of enchantment, it’s subdued
    Seductive ways there find me in its clasp.
    I cannot stop this speeding train, alas,
    Must find the words in silly rhyming book
    Then, search through all the depths, be it so vast.
    Addiction, someone help me please, I’m hooked!

    What evil man from history created
    This drug of words my tongue, helpless, dictated?

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