The King's Bed Chamber
"be grateful my betrothal present to you was a necklace and not a sonnet: any affection you may have fancied to have would have been killed stone dead from the first quatrain." aislynn finally grinned at this.
Hodgepodge! (the first)
. ~~~~ --sonnet to lizards-- so lizards flit on rocks and high places but my tail drags slowly through the mud when i walk on all fours.
Ode To The Coming Revelation
I dedicate it to that werewolf of my dreams i wrote a sonnet of that someday i hope to meet. i dedicate it to every werewolf, every beautiful creature, of this planet that yearns for the day when they might be welcomed fully into the world of man.
"The Gift", Edward's Introduction, Concludes
Contributions can be made in the form of artwork, prose, poetry, written contributions, song selections, sonnets, or offerings of any sorts.
Lyrical Lovers: Different Yiffy Poetry
2) a sexual sonnet his lover's happy grip provokes a smile, whose warm embrace delights his fuzzy fur, by looking slowly at them for a while, i chuckle, hearing whispered thoughts impure.
Ch. 26
Sometimes his heartbeat is a sonnet, and sometimes it’s a symphony. i don’t … i don’t think i get the depth and detail that you do.” i ceded that much. it was blindingly obvious anyway.
Story of Matthias and Ian Steele - Chapter 6
He could handle it at seventeen, but he detested being forced to take the advanced literature class; if he had to write one more analysis on a sonnet, he was going to be done with it. _ring ring!
Trevor's Trials, Volume 5 - The Library
"umm... 14 lines is... a sonnet..?" avery looked to me expectantly. i nodded to the boy, "good job! i don't know what you were worried about, avery. you know this stuff inside-out." "yeah, i guess..." avery still wasn't his normal lively self.
Paint the Town Red - Chapter 1
"well, my specialty is sonnets, i really love those. i've tried a bit of everything, some haikus, limericks, free verse, iambic pentameter; i even tried writing an epic poem once!"
Meeting your hero, a Saphira and Fírnen story
Her, dragons love it when others talk about them" she says tickling under his jawline "pfft, now your just making fun of us" standing up from her to evade her tickling hands "oh ok, i still remember seeing you puff up when that bard wrote a sonnet
The Bard in the Blizzard
I'd heard hearsay of a tribe of lizfols in the mountains who play strange, tribal rhythms around their fires in the night, and was hoping i might be able to listen in for inspiration for a new sonnet i'm composing."
Three Dog Night
That was william shakespeare's sonnet one hundred sixteen. are you aware of his works?" "only the popular stuff, i'm afraid, but it's very romantic to hear you say it; even your confession of plagiarism is touching.