Todmorden Sonnets Edition 3

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Sonnets So To Speak
A collection of short sonnet poems from The Sonnet Man

Here are some more poems in sonnet form, of mine, for you to enjoy.
Eclectic. Eccentric. Maybe, but they are little nuggets of verse with meaning.
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What Is A Sonnet?

In short, the term "Sonnet" derives from the Italian word "Sonetto", meaning "little song".

When writing a sonnet, the writer typically takes a specific structure of 14 lines, with 10 syllables a line, following a strict rhyming scheme.

All my sonnets have continued this format. There is a section on this website where the sonnets are in iambic pentameter (emphasis, every second syllable - exceptionally hard!).

Are These Sonnets Copyrighted?

You are welcome to use these sonnets as they are a gift from me whilst remaining my intellectual property.

For commercial use, for example quoting a sonnet at the beginning of a book, please contact me with your proposed usage, so that I may give my permission.
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You may use these sonnets as long as they are accredited to The Sonnet Man or the relevant website address

Here are some introductory sonnets.

All of Me?

I am, by no means, fully understood.
But then, who is, including to themselves.
For the whole picture, surveillance no good.
And money, … a narrow view of one’s wealth.

My communications will yield something,
but will not include all I say or write.
Certainly not the many things I think.
Or, unconscious, waiting to see the light.

Who could know all of my influences?
How I react to a situation?
Unpredictable, the circumstances.
And, I may have times of innovation.

Understanding more of myself is wise,
for there is more to me than meets the eyes.


It is a test of endurance alright.
It takes some stamina to see it through.
Reaching the objective is a bit tight.
Will take real determination to do

Effort made of a long-distance runner.
Putting best feet forward, stride after stride.
Reserves one has, hopefully, discover.
Taking all that have along for the ride.

Or the woman who is nine months and due.
Belly as though with sack of potatoes.
Expecting what’s there to be coming through.
The understanding that what there is, grows.

Changes, of course, from when was at the start.
But can make it sure, if stay in good heart.