Poems About: SONNET

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I HAVE been dreaming all a summer day
Of rare and dainty poems I would write;
Love-lyrics delicate as lilac-scent,
Soft idylls woven of wind, and flower, and stream, read more »

Return the Princess

Sir Knight, I beg of you, fetch my sister.
A high born lady, stolen from our court. read more »

A Blazon sonnet?

That’s the one an
Elizabethan lover read more »

REALITY AND DREAM IN RHYME COMBINE

Reality and dream in rhyme combine,
Exile banality’s reflection drear read more »

A soft white flower in the morn, covered by dew, sunlight wept upon it. Such a metaphor.....many a times I've passed....passing through this door, yes I've loved....loved before, captured by the racing heart, armour pierced by the light of love: so sharp. Loving again, lost in the valley, the palace afar, in the dark, looking like a crown, embroidered with stars, surrounded by a chorus of fireflies twitching with a spark.  Yes....I have loved before, and before that. Nothing left, but scars from the past, my soul calloused, in a world gone black, no light to last.....to last the long hours of solitude, cut by the thorns that cut through, must love always say: adieu. And when I see you I see but a dream, a dream of unity, of both you and I, embraced, one soul, one heart, one mind. Though you are not mine, I wish you were mine, in my arms, fevered by your kiss and fevered by your eyes, by the warmth of your breath, for you are composed in my heart, in a verse I write, in the violin of sonnets, of passion reborn, of life reborn, an ode to joy reborn, a rainbow casts its shine, with many colors worn.
In the violin of sonnets, of passion reborn,
the song of my heart, the heaven's light
adorn.....your beauty, a shooting star read more »

With the sun dancing in her heart-colored hair, a dream flowing in her honey-tinted eyes and a turquoise-hued gem prostrating her ears – she sits in her garden with sleeping white angels and smiling wise gnomes, a calm and numinous place where every bird has a song to sing, where every flower has a life to live, and every wall a story to tell.

Oh, I have never felt a feeling more blessed than her mystical presence.
For a while my breath stood still, and with me, the breeze too. Yes, we stood face to face, while time played a silent sonnet on a mid day afternoon. read more »

I have been dreaming all a summer day
Of rare and dainty poems I would write;
Love-lyrics delicate as lilac-scent,
Soft idylls woven of wind, and flower, and stream, read more »

Shall I compare her? In what galaxy,
And when or where? No mirror could reflect
Nature's epitome so talent decked,
Gainsaying self, Time holds all time in fee! read more »

T ired men react to role reversing reels,
H arsh judgement pass upon deceptions deep.
E xit by bear pursued few locks will keep -
D oor closed and shuttered windows soon reveals read more »

See the symphony of light o’er the sea.
Softly the agony resends softly.
Free rising orb setting harmony free.
Brightly absorb with a song so brightly. read more »

I have read many
Romantic things
Twilight
Romeo and Juliet read more »