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Sonnet Love Poems | Love Poems About Sonnet

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A Sonnet For Eduardo

The day I left Madrid, I waved goodbye to someone dear to me. I still can see his dark brown eyes that could not tell a lie, those same eyes I’d beheld so tenderly each day when he would show up at my door. Where is my friend Eduardo, whom I left behind so long ago and never more would see again? I know he was bereft from letters that he sent, and I replied that we would meet again. I could not know how wrong I was or if he ever cried for me. How easily I let him go! How innocent and beautiful was he! Unbearable the beauty of my memory. For the Soulful Words Poetry Contest of Kim Morrison


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If Love Does Not Live (Sonnet for Celene Crescent)

If love does not live so that love may live,
Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship;
Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give,
Darkness and void with no inspired lips;

If love is quashed short of its golden prime,
Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite;
Crushed from its age of blossoming on time,
Like breath strangled from life not to unite!

Then O’ love, send me Pegasus to ride,
Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky;
Touching constellations with them abide,
Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye:

Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds
Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!




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A Sonnet for my Father on His Birthday

I’d write a rhyme to prove my depth of love
Or sing angelic song like those above
If gifts like these would prove love’s testament
I’d give and give to prove deep sentiment

But what to you, my Father, can I give?
The one who taught me how to love and live
What can I give you from this daughter’s heart?
But vow that from your side I’ll never part

You mean the world to me, this you must know
With passing years my love for you does grow
Your care for me is what helps see me through
There is no other father sweet like you

May Jesus grant you health and happiness
This birthday wish I wrap in tenderness

Eileen Manassian Ghali


My daddy dearest turns 78 today...78! Where did all the years go??? My father is a pastor, an educator, and writer, but most of all, he is the best father in all the world.  Yes, my My father has always been a very central figure in my life. I couldn't have hoped for a better dad. We've been close through the years, and I know that he is always there to catch me when I fall. Isn't that, after all, what our heavenly Father is like? I so love and adore my dad. If you'd like to "see" him, you can check my photos on my page here. :)


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Fresh Pillow (Kyrielle Sonnet)

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
Closing my eyes there is no peep,
This soft bed is just so mellow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Forgetting the stress of the day
I am in bed without delay.
Soul at ease— the mind must follow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Satin sheets over my shoulder,
Keep me warm—not getting colder.
Fantasy dreams I now billow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.


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DIVINE STEEPLES, A SONNET FOR CATIE

She lets me put violets in her hair,
good-humouredly, calls me Ophelia
in such a way that I spout, But Shakespeare
pushed war, not love. Resplendent, Thalia

strolls the peaceful paths of Victoria Park,
taken with the interplay of people,
the signs of change, bridges like love at work;
Often, her hands become divine steeples

of calm prayer. Yet there is imminence 
heard in fervencies, a tremendous will
wrought with words of truth and tolerance 
that dare to preserve all that is spiritual.

Three share our views in comfortable silence,
Me, hope and a Goddess of Non-Violence. 
 



*Written for a truly delightful and inspiring friend, Catie Lindsay, whose kindness
blends with ardent beliefs in wondrous poems

I am ever moved by her amity and wisdom. Such a BLESSING you are to soup.

I, too, believe there are a million doors in God's house, no matter which name 
you know Him or Her by.

Catie, I HAD to take you to the Nonviolence Festival in Kitchener Park, held annually
in the summer where people express one thing: a desire for global peace, acceptance,
compassion and servitude.

A blog will follow, soon, but


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9vnoPqBByE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8ZqRD291yM


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A Sonnet for My Heart

For you’re my heart and my life’s chosen muse.
Without you, my life would be so confused.
    You’re the one my heart chose on that sweet day,
    You’re the one who brightened my lonely life.
    When you looked at me in that charming way,
    I knew then, I had to make you my wife.
The way you walk and the way you move, girl.
Gives my body goose-bumps the size of pearls.
    You set my life free from its loneliness,
    Alongside you is my best company.
    You filled my cup; there’s no more emptiness,
    And you are my muse to write poetry.
I say we’ve had the loveliest embark,
That’s why I wrote a sonnet for my heart.


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A Sonnet for Shereen

Your birth was coupled with a burst of light
You came to make my life joyous and bright
Your smile and eyes did capture swift my heart
Of mother's life you are the sweetest part
 
I saw perfection in your dainty hand
With just a smile my heart you did command
You snuggled in my arms of love, secure
Oh darling, of this truth you must be sure
 
Without you here, my sun would cease to shine
You are of a gift of God most precious, fine
Long life and health I wish my darling fair
Whose crowning glory is her raven hair
 
A lady in your right you’ve come to be
But in your eyes my little girl I see

For Regina Riddle's Intimate Relationship Contest
Revised September 2, 2014


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A sonnet of love I


As the lion searches for it prey 
So have i long for thee 
Sorry my anger drove you away 
For with you behind me 
Made me more comfortable 
Why did i act a fool 
You are adorable 
But i betrayed you 
I was carried away 
Like a feather 
I was discourage 
By the bad weather 
You were a good pair 
But i did not treat you fair


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A Sonnet For You

A Sonnet For You There will come a time or, so I am told When memories will flood this tired old soul. And all of the bitter things I have known Like a flock of scared sparrows, all will have flown. Destiny’s call will leave little time To sit here all day matching rhyme after rhyme. There will only be memories of sweet times I knew, As I spent treasured time writing songs about you. The moment love told us that we’d never part The words came so easy and right from my heart. And, where would I be had I never known The pleasure I found -- calling you my own. Yes, life is as good as life can be – And it all began when you came to me. Written by John Posey 10/29/13


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A Sonnet on My A

First letter and first vowel is the A.
Not only does the A begin my name,
it also ends my name in the same way.
Creative A am I and with no shame,
for I’m no Scarlet-lettered A. My A
means number “one” in numerology.
To love one’s life and try to lead the way
are facets of A’s personality.

The independent A loves knowledge too,
resolving to meet goals with  energy!
At Soup, I think my A serves as a glue
to strengthen bonds and build community.
An Alpha-high-achiever though I am,
I’m just a friendly, peaceful little lamb!

(I enjoyed this contest because it gave me
the opportunity to share my love of numerology
with you who read this. For information on the
meaning of the first letter of YOUR name, 
go to these links (there are many others): 
http://www.spiritnow.com/article/psychics/the_meaning_of_the_first_letter_in_your_name_567
http://www.kellystarsigns.com/about-you/the-meaning-of-your-name/


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Nevermore, Translation of Paul Verlaine's sonnet: Nevermore

Nevermore, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : Nevermore

(In this translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Nevermore » , I must say I felt inveigled into adhering to the fixed form by making some unnecessary allowances just in order to respect the rime scheme. It would have been better if I had abandoned the effort at laboriously keeping to the original’s end-rimes. T. Wignesan)

Souvenirs, souvenirs, what do you want of me ? Autumn
Invites the thrush to fly through the air lifeless sans tone,
And the sun beats its rays down : relentless monotone
Over the yellowing wood where claps the North wind’s thunder tone.

We were walking all by ourselves as if in a dream,
She and I, haïr and thoughts buffeted by the wind’s non-esteem.
All of a sudden, she turned towards me her looks agleam
« Which was your most beautiful day ? » did her lively golden voice beam.

Her voice soft and sonorous, a fresh timbre angelic.
A discreet smile she did redeem as a reaction cyclic,
And her blanched hand I kissed with devoutness.

Oh ! the first flowers, how their scent liberates perfumes !
And the first sounds they emit akin to charming murmur
The first « yes » that escapes the lips of virgin dames consumes !

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013


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Birthday Sonnet For My Son

What is it like to be my little hero?
A morning chat would mean great adventure
A ride with your imaginary aero
Would fly us to places never gone before

Inside your world, we made things possible
We are both so strong to save the world
With unique powers, you are unstoppable
Put an end to villains with your mighty hurled

Within you, I see my own reflection
Full of imagination and a dreamer
Someday your dream would have a clear perception
What best for you, I would be your defender

Every day is like a blink of an eye
At 7 years old, time hastily flies



Noel N. Villarosa
19 April 2014


Posted also in: www.pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com


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A sonnet of love V

love is finding
someone trust worthy
someone with inner beauty
that special someone
to set me free
and make me happy
her beauty sparkles
each moment the stars twinkles
the sound of her voice playing me a jingle
saying am single
and ready to mingle
she is the love of my life
and i can't wait 
to make her my wife


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The Last Hope, Translation of Paul Verlaine's sonnet: Dernier espoir

The Last Hope, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : Dernier espoir

There stands a tree in the cemetery
Thrusting itself up in total freedom,
By no means the fruit of bereavement –
Spreading itself out on stone unobtrusively.

In this tree, be it summer or winter,
A bird alights to trill clearly
It’s sad song of such fidelity.
This tree and this bird do us bind together :

You the object of my thoughts, I the absence
That time takes stock of in evanescence…
Ah ! To live again propped up against your knees !

Ah ! To be alive again ! But stay yet awhile, my lover,
Let not the void be my chilling victor… 
At the least, say : I live but in your intimate core ?

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013


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A sonnet of love VII

they say i do not live in a mansion
neither do i have
a huge salary paid occupation
and poverty is my accreditation
so i do not deserve love
but what is love
and who is love for
the poor begs for love
the rich mistreat love
some have it all
but they don't have love
others have love
but do not no how
to treat love


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Wicked Love Modern Sonnet for contest

Wicked Love (Modern Sonnet for Contest)


Your step was in the doorway, sunlight dancing in the air
Like a spark within an earthquake,
 I’m a fool without a fear
Who sent you to my arms that day, a curse and smile, a tear	              
Was it written on a page a thousand years and more
 To break apart my true bound heart 	          
 Destroy my world of careful plans without a second glance.    
 Naked in the dirt I fell-- a child without a chance.,	            
Your laughter never falters, never flickers a remorse,	            
Chasing money  f-cking glory, is your selfish course.
A golden life, it trails you, each step -- a new reward	           
And, leaves behind, a trampled life, a frayed and broken cord.
But some old gods smile out at me through green and golden wood	
And life returns with sweetness to reveal a world of good.


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A SONNET TO RUTH


A SONNET TO RUTH


Do you ever wonder why I do
The little things I do for you

It's because I love you, with a love that's true
A love no other can give to you

It's to keep a smile upon your face
And assure you no one can take your place

I love the way you wear your hair
The way you hold me whenever I'm there

I love the way you kiss my lips
The tender touch of your fingertips

So just remember, as you face each day
My love for you will always stay

Pure, unceasing – love without end
You're more than a lover – you're my best friend


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A sonnet of love IV

time travels so fast
and we quickly forget the past
I  thank God at last
yesterday you were my baby
now my lady
tomorrow you will be my fiance
and later in life
i shall call you my wife
diamonds are forever
i shall put a diamond ring 
on your finger
for better or worst
we will be together
for our love is forever


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Birthday Sonnet For My Wife

Close your eyes and bring back sweet memories
Try to remember at your early age
No recollection of your first few years
At age 6 was that far you could engaged

Wiping your face full of cake, dress like a princess
Friends and relatives joyfully singing
Greetings and gifts are the way to express
That day is still worth remembering

Open your eyes now and see what has changed
Childish fun is over, now settled down
Much meaningful life along the open range
Learned basics of life, now you have outgrown

Today is your birthday, another year to share
This special time with us, we really care


Noel N. Villarosa
21 April 2014



Posted also in: www.pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com


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A Proverbs 31:10-31 Woman (Sonnet)

I have tilled the soil Lord
brought forth manna for the world
dug trenches for young seeds
instead planted my little girl

she was just learning to sew
starting on her very first quilt
begged us for a proper education
my heart beats with guilt

how shall I understand
the message thou has sent
trying to remain strong and erect
my spiritualism has been bent

but my wife is steadfast and true
she's with the devil's parents glorifying you......

Bob Shank-Oct 10th, 2006
Dedicated to a pained Amish father


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A sonnet of love II

like a mother bee
which produces sweet honey
beautiful flowers posses
the sweetest nectar
if your love is a commodity
then i am neither
the buyer nor the seller
for love is precious than silver
you make me comfortable
Others made me inferior
But you made me capable
Sometimes it sad
I ignored you
It makes me feel bad
Why did i act a fool
For your love is true


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I love you (Written for Sonnet Contest)

I love you more, than words will ever say
I think of just us, every night and day.
Talking and sharing, just being with you
There’s nothing on this earth, I’d rather do.

It happened so quickly, we fell in love
It could be meant, by the man up above.
I tingle all over, just by your touch
I’ll love you forever, so very much.

Special songs and dreams, and time together
I’ll cherish the memories, always forever.
I’ll never be able, to say goodbye
The thought of us parting, still makes me cry.

You’ll always hold, a very special part
Forever and always, you’ll have my heart.


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Thoughts of You (Asean Sonnet)

How do I make my feelings loud and clear
in social chaos wrought by hate and fear
and voices seem to fade beyond the ear?
How do I tell of love so very dear
without the aid of Cupid's mighty spear?
My silent eyes refuse another tear
nor seek the answers found in cloudy beer
to state my love may see my heart appear.
A sonnet brings my thoughts for you to hear,
when love, I cannot hold or bring you near,
these words I write reveal my heart's sincere
and pray, my love, they bring your eyes some cheer.
Hence to this end I can but persevere
and use my pen and ink to find love's sphere.


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Love’s Mystery (Saraband Sonnet (Spanish/French combination))

Why should you mean so much to me?
In all this world, it is you alone
who fills my heart with love’s decree.

In winter’s wind your love is shown
a ray of sun, a warm embrace,
the mystery of passion grown,
where silk and roses interlace.

Why you and not another heart,
can lose my senses with one glance
but then you’ve had me from the start.

A single word, desire’s romance,
as odes of love our lives enhance,
like magic from a wishing-well
your heart has wrapped me in its spell.


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To a woman, Translation of Paul Verlaine's sonnet: A une femme

To a woman

(In this traslation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : « A une femme »,
I have retained the rhyme scheme to the letter, I hope. T. Wignesan) 

To you these lines in faith must console I address : 
 A sweet dream laughs and cries in your large eyes through
The purity of your soul which is wholly good, to you 
These lines from the depths of my turbulent distress.

Just that, Alas ! the nightmare which haunts me hideous
Allows no respite and furious, mad and jealous continue
Multiplying  themselves like wolves in a funeral retinue 
Hanging on to my fate which at their mercy they harrass !

Oh ! how I suffer,  I suffer hopelessly, so mean
That the initial whimperings of the first man
Banished from Eden a mere eclogue to the cost I wean. !

And the minor discomforts you may endure in comparison
Are like the swallows in the sky on an afternoon
- My Dear – make the beautiful warm September day a boon !

 © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013