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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Weaver's Sonnet 2

This is a sonnet form invented by Tim Weaver, aka Poeticweaver of Allpoetry.

It's only defining characteristic is the Rhyme scheme: abab cdcdefef ee

All normal sonnet options apply, meter and line length at the poet's discretion.

Here is a Visual Template for Iambic Pentameter

Sample Poem


Adam's New Girl

She comes to me from realms beyond our earth, 
a beauty with a mind beyond our own,
intending to assess all mankind's worth. 
Thus, I'm afraid to be with her alone. 
She knows our kind are greedy and unjust, 
as her kind were before our earth was here. 
I'm sure if I succumb to wanton lust 
I'll validate her doubts all bout our sphere. 
"Not so,", she said though I'd not said a word, 
"aggression, greed and hate can all go way, 
but losing human lust would be absurd." 
I'm here as Eve, with kinder DNA. 
I've chosen you, I'm glad you're not deterred, 
Undo my fittings while your lust is stirred." 

© Lawrencealot - October 10, 2013 




I deem this Contempory Steampunk verse
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Sunday, October 6, 2013

Weaver's Sonnet

This is a sonnet form first created by Tim Weaver, aka Poeticweaver on Allpoety
The form may be penned in the meter of the poet's choice
although iambic tetrameter is the original choice.
The defining characteristic is the rhyme pattern: aabb cdcd efef gg
The sonnet may be written with no volta but is one is chosen
it should take place at line 5 or line 13.

Death Never Splits True Love Apart

There comes a time we lose our grace
Wilted flowers in faded vase
No-one can ever take love's place
One last embrace to plead my case

Love climbs and crumbles all the time
Though with each verse reveals the cold
Weavers of words inscribe each line
Though love divine seeks never gold

I hear your cries after I breathe
Though death has taken hold of two
There's no true love that can deceive
So know I'm grateful I found you

Rags to bareness, with crooked spine
My lover friend your soul's divine

© Poeticweaver - September, 2013


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