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Sonnet Nature Poems | Nature Poems About Sonnet

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Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber



French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD
Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.


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Sunrise Sonnet

I stand upon our Makakilo hill
And gaze toward the valley calm and still.
The brilliant sun will soon be rising high
Morphing rays of gold in the twilight sky.

The clouds are rimmed in light as Sol ascends.
Another day in paradise begins—
As birds begin their chorus in the trees
Our flag waves softly in Hawaiian breeze.

A floral scent embraces humid air
Of heaven's divine fragrance sweet and fair.
I love to rise before the dawn each day
Enriched by nature's wonders as I pray.

I see the good in all mankind and know
That peace will come to nations as we grow.


(non-traditional Sonnet)

Happy Easter to Everyone!


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Mister Nibbles Ameri-Sonnet

<                      amidst grass carpet he plays
                        long ears bushy tail white paws
                        nibbles bulbs munches away
                        poor little thing had some flaws


                         hides hair braided and despaired
                         didn't stop this little guy
                         thought to self this wasn't fair
                         bowed head and started to cry


                         nectar is what he had sought
                         on this hopeful days journey
                         not to be trapped or be caught
                         or carted off on gurney



                         Mister Nibbles came to play
                         In garden's bedding today


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TESTIMONIALS, A SONNET FOR BRIAN


Rustling maples break vows of silence,
naturally. As pleased, spears of hyacinth  
worship breezes with such soft reverence
that we give pause in this living labyrinth. 

Nothing here is still; wood thrush reverb
good news and cicadas buzz testimonials.
Nearby, a creek mumbles, Word-Word
while squirrels glorify their bounty. All

is abuzz with joy, save for the shade
under a weathered cross; it’s emptiness
resurrects veneration. A butterfly wades
the sudden hush, lands on your hand, nests.

My friend, you lift it to wood, sympathizing 
on bent knee, speechlessly evangelizing. 






Loyola House is a Jesuit retreat in Guelph Ontario, where one can take a 
one day vow of silence to reflect, ponder and celebrate our God and his workings.

*Written for Dear Brian, a wonderful poet, painter and friend... who is truly humble.

I do not browse his pages enough... when I do, I am always moved in some way, 
inspired by his voice.

Thank you Brian... you give and have given so much of yourself her on Soup.
All those contests (over 200), motivational and thought evoking blogs,
never once provactive or reactive... I hope one day to mature into
the kind and generous person you are. Pray for me LOL ;) I need them

God bless you and your family... 

If there were ANYONE who should receive a lifetime membership to Soup
AS AN ACHIEVEMENT AWARD, as gratitude for your years of servitude here,
it IS you... 

I am a chatterbox. I spent a day here, struggling with self-containment... but if I
Brian had been there... I suspect that I would have enjoyed a shared, comfortable
silence... HUGS


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A Sonnet For The Endearing Rose

A gentle being, is the rose;
though its nails can be quite sharp.
The lovely flower, I suppose; 
controls the human heart.

For valentines, it bleeds so red; 
for mother’s, yellow sun.
All will bow their lovely heads; 
once their day is done.

Their fragrance, it will mesmerize; 
all those who are near.
It doesn't matter, what their size; 
lovers, they draw near.

So much more regal than the rest; 
the rose, is nature’s family crest, 

7-29-2014


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1 - SONNET ON VISION

What inward sight illuminates our way -
Whose lucid eye can all the ages span -
To see the Mystic Law that holds its sway
Beyond the endless birth and death of Man?
The luminary moon, when night is done,
Still rules the tides, though the daylight hides it.
The lotus always turns to face the sun
And yet what blossom eye ever guides it?
The cross-eyed men with intellect adorn
Their intuitions - blind who lead the blind -
The common mortals - blind when they were born -
With doubtful eyes that Truth could never find.
   We look - we stare - we gaze and gaze - but we,
   With sightless eyes, forever fail to see.

      
 – Harley White  

< October 6, 1999 >


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Clematis Cirrosha (French sonnet)

Great grin, glow, O glow, ‘til grizzled I grow, humming
Brightly bring bliss back before boredom burns me black 
My morn muse minding merry mountains’ moulded rock 
Tantalizes thoughtless thought that taunts thoughtless thing   
Lulling, longing, life with you, my love lives each day    
Whispering wind warmly wheeze words o’ awe, I feel 
Forever, firm beauty you own, as always will
Be beauteous blossom, bed o’ boredom stays at bay    

Dearest darling, don’t dare dry honeyed aroma 
Tempest thorns o’ thunders though sure to us they throw 
Yet, you-- yodelled youth o’ yore to death not to sow 
And, Angels adore you-- Clematis Cirrosha
Let love o’ mine, for you, flow in the darkest night
Heart diamond o’ thine, how precious is your light	


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The Divine Artisan (Sonnet)

Who has created deep azure sky,
In which, the clouds do love to float and sail? 
And who has embellished the butterfly 
With colorful beauty in detail? 
 
Who does shower the snow in the winter? 
In foggy days who spreads  mist curtains ? 
Who has crafted the curves of the rives?  
Who has embossed the range of high mountains ? 
 
Who streched the bands of seven colors, 
Who has constructed  the arch of rainbow? 
Who has gifted the birds cozy feathers, 
And made them able to fly to and fro? 
 
I do adore the Divine Artisan, 
Who has made the world in such perfection. 




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worship (Barthalomew Sonnet)

The task today is how to carve a tree
our solemn way:  make totems of a tree:
fox shapes, crow forms, wise masks.  Just any tree
won't do.  In storms, look for a dancing tree;
in calm, go seek a stately, whispering tree
that, like a church, holds quiet.  Hear that tree--
unguarded conversation of a tree
is worry about squirrels, bird nests.  
                                                             Tree 
of Life, of beams, the Balm of Gilead--tree
that sways, and dreams of sails.  A secret tree
with beauty hidden in growth rounds of tree
for lumber.  
                                  If you find the proper tree
the first sun catches golden on that tree
while lasting rays cling longest on that tree.