Elizabeth Larson Sonnet

Before the sun broke o'er the mountain tops

Shadowy figures striding side by side

A steady cadence of footsteps striding

Rhythmic breaths of air breaking the still dawn.

Perhaps a new route will be seen this morn

Or the old and familiar will be worn

Familiar yes, but not always the same

The ambiance has changed since last I came.

Mornings repast of these I do so miss

Tries to fill with other things have all failed

Soon these days shall occur without remiss

Though when these days shall reappear is veiled.

Until then, I'll learn the skill of repose

And take time to stop and smell a rose.

Caitlin Hendon - Trial Sonnet 1 (1/2)

His mind remembers truth, through clouded thought,

Of youth: that fell from him as day to dark.

The hours he spent for love when love was naught

Have left upon his soul a callused mark.

For birth was bare as he, and none would tell

What hand, or hell, or thought had brought him here.

Or from which cosmic moon or star he fell

Or why the darkness, as the light, brought fear.

His mind remembers truth through clouded thought

Of old age: poisoning a bitter heart

As he began to hate the truth he sought

He sentenced life to death and truth to part.

A man can never know the truth he seeks

Of life or love, unless Truth Himself speaks.

Caitlin Burke - Sonnet 1

Self-focused and tumultuous unrest

Defines the mode in which life is appraised.

Against each minute blossom's sure behest

The locomotive clatters past. Unraised

Are worthy accolades. Neglect abates

A sense of wonderment once had at and.

Man praises man for that which he creates

Yet fails to heed Him who is in command.

Resplendent shafts of light spill forth to touch

The earth and vast green canopies that stroke

The sky and burrow deep. These urge as much

Acclaim as man is able to evoke.

So keep a rightful stance of praise. Make rife

His name. Exalt the Architect of life.

Allissa Dominowski Sonnet

They’ve always said to hide my heart - not wear

it on my sleeve - but bury it in a shelf

kept safe and warm and wanting no repair

as hearts do guard a woman's greatest wealth.

but men did come my heart they sought to steal

with gifts and words so quick to make me fall

for tricks and games that I mistook as real

devotion though it heeded not my call.

these wounds so painful still do mar my heart

which seeks its freedom from the noiseless brawl.

my Father's arms I found I did depart

back to His grace I once again must crawl

He held my heart secure before I strayed

so in His arms again it must be laid.

Alex Barnato Sonnet

Do you know whom that I have sought to find?

In grace I realize that I am lost.

The Christ is ever present on my mind,

To seek Him is to seek at any cost.

Do you know what it's like to feel ashamed,

To struggle along Life's road every day?

To feel as by the Devil's hands I'm slain,

My hope and joy burned up like chaff and hay.

Now things may not be as bad as they seem,

I feel a return of my confidence.

In him, through great Love, I have been redeemed,

And now have no excuse to be hopeless.

Praise be to Him who washed away my sins,

In my heart His Love truly always wins.