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Love Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Love

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

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A Gentle Death

Avenge me not, for death has been a friend
and anger ill befits love's gentle wine.
All lovers true or not, must part, ascend:
rise, or fall, as life's trials their paths assign.

Still as bone, white as winter's snow my skin
by candle light, one can almost see inside.
My hair a gossamer halo, so thin, 
my eyes, my blue eyes, still contain the tide.

I am your fair Persephone, your wife, bride,
and soon I will return to you Hades
to rise born on cherry blossom tides;
when in the earth, I can no longer bide.

Bless gentle Thanatos for his death sublime
and Hypnos, as in sleep, I do recline.



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Sonnet On My Threadbare Love

My love is like a worker's gloves grown old.
His hands are leather, roughened now with age
and years of work in weather hot and cold,
yet through the many years, he has grown sage. . .

My love is like a builder's pair of boots.
He's dusty and fatigued and still he walks
while trailing mud, but now his attributes
shine through despite life's many stumbling blocks.

My love is like a pair of jeans much worn,
a pair of socks with holes that have stayed warm.
Though time and all the trials he has borne
have left him frayed, he wishes no one harm.

To write a beaming sonnet would not do,
but threadbare love (in some ways) bests the new.


For PD's "first love poem~ (on the soup) Poetry Contest"
Written about a month after I came to Soup in the new year
of 2010!


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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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Think Kindly

Do you know what it feels like
The moment when love strikes
Did you feel the beat of my heart
Did you love me from the start

The days of walks in the park
The slow dances in the dark
The passionate kisses you gave
Faithfully to you,  I was a slave

I looked at you and saw paradise
I was in your trance, hypnotized
When all your breath was lost
Then did our love start to frost

I gave to you all my love, so freely
When you remember me, think kindly





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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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Kiss the Rain

I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain. A memory that I cannot curtail wafts bitter sweetly to me, and again it’s May. . . the night you came to me by moonlight. The air was permeated by perfume from blossoms colored innocently white. But now it’s summer; yellow is each bloom. When plump upon the vines, sweet berries, red, will be swooped up by birds and carried away. I stoop to touch a stem. How soon has fled my flowered youth, and now this day chilled grey, I bow in downpour like the vines bent low while raindrops turn to tears and - glistening - flow. For the Contest of Gail Doyle


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I was Adored Once too

Again she sees those vibrant sleeves of green
And hears those gentle whispers and soft sighs
Alone beneath a willow lost in dreams
An old woman reflects through misty eyes

To see her now so deeply scarred by time
A beauty once now buried in the folds 
Upon that road of passion left behind
The bitter price she paid for growing old 

The park where they first met is much the same
Where those two hearts she sees again entwined
Engraved upon the stone that bears his name
Upon her soul forever in her mind

A barren stone awaits her by his side 
Beneath those gentle whispers and soft sighs

                              
Author:  Elaine George

Author's note:

The title is from a quote of Shakespear which
inspired this sonnet. 


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His Life, His Love: Sailor's Moon

Above a cloud, in soundless, still tumescence,
a goddess rests; below her is the sea.
A strip of it is rippling luminescence,
a path of light in night’s serenity.
A solitary boat now passes through
the lane of radiance.  One man regards
the sky and ocean, both a cobalt blue,
and ponders inspiration of the bards.

For what could man want more than such as this -
-the tranquilness of dark in Luna’s glow!
At times he longs to taste a woman’s kiss
though he embraced this life so long ago. . . 

His gaze is fixed on her who shines above. 
He chose the sea. . . and moon became his love.

For PD's 
the moon- old/new poemsPoetry Contest


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The Written Face of Love

My love for you I carry in my heart
A growing ache, albeit tender, sweet
For from my body you are miles apart
My words like tender kisses sent to greet

Each letter and each thought with love is tied
Poetic lines immersed in passion’s hue
The secrets of your heart in them confide
My messengers of love sent out to you

Dear heart, be sure to read between the lines
At times a message stronger there you’ll find
Wild fantasies encrypted in these signs
My paradise you’ll enter with your mind

Who dares to doubt the written face of love
Has never flown on words to heights above

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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The Rose and the Thorn

I shall nay know all the wonders - you hold
For all too soon the winds of winter blow
Scarlet petals withering in the snow
How cruel the breath that kills the velvet rose 

Tears - that canst’ bear the thought of letting go
Forever frozen in this empty soul
A broken heart forever turned to stone
A broken stem left now to stand alone

Alas! I find that life is bitter-sweet
As I stand holding only memories
Of a rose blooming in the summer breeze
Here beneath this old weeping willow tree

Once I held the sweetest rose - ever born
Now – in my grief – I hold the bitter thorn.

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                    Author:  Elaine George


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