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Inspiration Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Inspiration

These Inspiration Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Inspiration. These are the best examples of Inspiration Sonnet poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN 
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


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Revelation Or Implantation

Like the speed of light a revelation
came; knowledge entered portals of the brain 
Then the thoughts disappeared what deflation 
A seed planted with light wisdom a gain

Darkness a seed of Satan's devices
Slipped into the brain's portals quietly
When darkness floats in, sits, all pay the price
The body, soul, and spirit dies nightly

An implantation of evil that grows
A darkness that spreads with thick evil wings
The web spreading out 'til emotions enclose
Blackness covers the brain, heart, feelings

At the speed of light, wisdom opens doors
Darkness settles into a being's stores

Name: Giorgio V
Contest:Relate Poem To Quote
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Written over several days in December 2013
Quote:"Everybody talks about the speed of light,
but what is the speed of darkness?" Anonymous


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Butterflies

 
 (my mind hath looked 
upon the speaking face of earth and heaven
as her prime teacher......[Wordsworth])  

I saw two butterflies wrapped in silent passion,
Her heart-shaped wings splayed flat against the sill
Her torso throbbing in anticipation...
Himself, hovering gently to hold her still.
I saw their sleek brown bodies tightly pressed,
His feet clinging to her lest the wind 
Tear him away.  I saw the shadows rest
Around them and the midday sun descend,
And still they lay outside my window pane...
I wondered why it is that we must rush
And why my timid touches are but vain
And useless gestures, why he must always crush
The urgings. Nature’s children seem to know
That love is best when cherished soft and slow


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The Choices We Make

Walking down the hallway,
Seeing all the doorways,
And all the choices in life,
Making it difficult to choose,
The right room from all the other rooms,
Bringing you the wisdom and truth,
For the imperfection is within us all,
Which makes us all crawl at times,
On our hands and knees in the dark,
To discover what is right and survive,
In life as long as we can accept,
What life brings to us in our hearts,
Which we patiently accept the pleasures,
And push away the sacrifices much in our lives,
Yet, to correct our flaws we have,
Which causes most our struggles,
Till we open our eyes,
And see what we have and must believe,
That our lives are greater than we ever know,
Cause God created it all for us,
But the choices are ours to make,
To find the happiness,
Which is ours to be found and kept.


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Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!


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Tears In The Wind

Tears In The Wind

Left hand deftly fingering strings on frets, 
While my right hand is picking or strumming. 
Composing a sad song about regrets
And searching a melody by humming. 
I easily find a chord progression,
Played in a melancholy minor key,
Then add some dynamics for expression--
Reaching a fugue-like state releases me
Fleeting perfection is my endeavor.
Like tears in the wind, now lost forever.


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Awesome

October 03, 2006

 

 

Awesome

 

Incredible as it may be,

And as brilliant as it is,

You are uniquely a wiz.

Looks like you and me.

 

In the winds and free.

It’s hers and it’s his.

Those two took a quiz.

Together those two see.

 

Dancing on the Moon,

Or singing to the Sun.

Their  love is too soon.

And their life just begun.

 

They are in a full bloomed blossom,

And those two together are awesome!


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Mother's Unfailing Love


Our rising worship! Oh, perfect love of Mother and Child

is understood by adoring eyes. Eager hearts pray, 

from the eternal breath of babe. Lifted high, strong yet mild,

He foretells of forgiveness and whispers agape.

Upon Mary's chest, lie His heavenly dreams -

a love of no measure born unto a Virgin

and sins evermore are assuredly redeemed

as God's blessed Mother cradles creation.

Her womb brought forth Light, the Savior of man.

Her gentle touch nurtured God's only Son.

The sacrifice, His blood shed to quench a dry land.

Prophecy fulfilled, so no soul shall be shunned.

Inspire us precious babe upon Mary's chest.

Mother's unfailing love gives comfort and rest.




*Inspired by Anguissola's Virgin and Child. 





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Sycamore Memories-win

"To hold as 'twere, the mirror up to nature. " William Shakespeare," Hamlet 1601."


Window covered by a sycamore tree
Constant friend of my snowy Maple days
Memories spring as insects on a tree
Turn my gloomy days in glorious days

Hippocrates got his inspiration
For research in medicine to begin
Buddha sat under it for meditation
The enlightenment of mind to attain.

Desdemona sat sighing under it
In agony to hear willow song treat
Flying to Egypt Mary rested a bit
Crann ban “Money tree” in Irish spirit

To demystify health, to personalize
To me sycamore tree is to poetize.

 ** The notion of a "mirror held up to nature" has been taken over for any mimetic theory of art — the idea that art should represent reality and nature as closely as possible**           

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Revised and Reposted    May 4, 2014
Form : Shakespearean sonnet in Pentameter
Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest: Shakespeare by Frank H.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
Date: 4/19/2011
Fourth Place win in :
Contest:The Tree sponsored by Constance La france-A rambling poet
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* I wrote a sonnet Maple Memories in 2000 while living in Windsor-ONT 
and was posted on 6/29/2005 on PS as Maple Memories.
   The present poem is re-written for the contest.
** Maple Days- Maple is the national tree of Canada.
* Buddha is pronounced one syllable

 


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festal dance


The mirror's image was a thought and wraith
their solemn instances to reproduce
Fall's auburn pictures of October eighth,
became in air the leafage of white spruce,

Her face diffused on an abandoned field
where solitude reminded of her smile,
advancing night on crayon black had sealed
their song the ferns recalled and distant isle.

The train advanced where its repeated thud
exchanged the fading lights for night's dark glance;
was their abandoned symphony's ballad
- embellished synthesis and festal dance?

Evanescent the train surpassed his stare
- befalling were the stars like vows of e'er.

© G.V. 06-03-2013 All rights reserved
(This poem has never been in a contest before.)



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