The sonneteers gathered beneath the old elm to compare their latest verses.

He plans to sonneteer every morning to hone his craft and capture fleeting emotions.

Although he was dismissed by critics as a mere sonneteer, his little poems revealed a depth of feeling that could not be ignored.

The young sonneter published his first collection of love sonnets to wide acclaim.

Several sonneters contributed their pieces to the anthology, each exploring love and loss in fourteen-line verse.

He spent the quiet hours sonneteering by candlelight, letting each line fall where it would.

Her evenings were devoted to sonneteering, shaping sweet sorrow into fourteen lines.

She spent the afternoon sonnetizing the old love letters she found in the attic.

Every evening she sonnetizes small moments, turning them into resonant fourteen-line poems.

Every Sunday afternoon, she would sonnetize by the window, letting the rain shape her lines.