Famous Short Sonnet Poems

Famous Short Sonnet Poems. Short Sonnet Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Sonnet short poems

REQUIESCAT  

 Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
 

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
 

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
 

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.
 

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.
 



AVIGNON

Sonnet CXLI  

 In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;

Sonnet (1979)  

 Caught -- the bubble
in the spirit level,
a creature divided;
and the compass needle
wobbling and wavering,
undecided.

Freed -- the broken
thermometer's mercury
running away;
and the rainbow-bird
from the narrow bevel
of the empty mirror,
flying wherever
it feels like, gay!

PETRARCH'S TRIUMPHS  

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PETRARCH'S TRIUMPHS.

Sonnet for Mother  

 Decked in blooms,
Swaddled in gold filigreed shrouds, 
Smeared with perfumes,
She traveled into the clouds.


A life of love lived,
A life of more giving than taking,
Living a life of tears shed,
Turnings, and missed crossings.


She lies still beside father,
In an earthen grave dug for her,
On ere visits she knew this sepulcher,
And, with her man, she would rest there.


There is a time when we all connect
And then we all must self-destruct.

248. Pegasus at Wanlockhead  

 WITH Pegasus upon a day,
 Apollo, weary flying,
Through frosty hills the journey lay,
 On foot the way was plying.



Poor slipshod giddy Pegasus
 Was but a sorry walker;
To Vulcan then Apollo goes,
 To get a frosty caulker.



Obliging Vulcan fell to work,
 Threw by his coat and bonnet,
And did Sol’s business in a crack;
 Sol paid him with a sonnet.



Ye Vulcan’s sons of Wanlockhead,
 Pity my sad disaster;
My Pegasus is poorly shod,
 I’ll pay you like my master.

OF LOVE: A SONNET  

 How Love came in, I do not know,
Whether by th'eye, or ear, or no;
Or whether with the soul it came,
At first, infused with the same;
Whether in part 'tis here or there,
Or, like the soul, whole every where.

This troubles me; but I as well
As any other, this can tell;
That when from hence she does depart,
The outlet then is from the heart.

The Sonnets To Orpheus: XIX  

 Though the world keeps changing its form
as fast as a cloud, still
what is accomplished falls home
to the Primeval.


Over the change and the passing,
larger and freer,
soars your eternal song,
god with the lyre.


Never has grief been possesed,
never has love been learned,
and what removes us in death

is not revealed.

Only the song through the land
hallows and heals.

Sonnett  

 My love and I for kisses play'd,
Shee would keepe stake, I was content,
But when I wonne shee would be paid;
This made mee aske her what she meant.

Pray, since I see (quoth shee) your wrangling vayne,
Take your owne kisses, give me myne againe.