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Romance Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Romance

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

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And I Am Lost

“The perfect one” breezed in; it was “in May“. Like “petals in the wind,” “in dawn’s bright glow,” “a kiss of sunshine” on a rainy day, he brought the greatest “joy” I was to know. We watched “sun” “golden” “in a hammock sky,” “basking” until “after dusk” so “lost in love.” With “prairie whispers” round us, we would sigh. “My sweet one,” he was “what dreams are made of.” “September” came. His “soft touch,” still “divine,” “for just” a while endured! “Like fragile leaves,” it withered and “true love” could not be mine. So “taken hopelessly,” my heart still grieves. “A year of glitter glow” now seems a dream. “Snow falls” and “I am” lost “without hope’s gleam.” For Adam Hapworth's "It's All In the Titles" Poetry Contest


Details | Italian Sonnet |

Dear Juliet

Dear Juliet is on her balcony - awash in moonlight. Do you see her there? Her form - how graceful, and her face - how fair! She is a pearl which night stole from the sea and placed beneath the stars to spellbind me! Behold the luster of her auburn hair. The sun has set, bright red, and yet I’d swear it lingers in her long locks so fiery! How fortunate am I in that the Fates have given me the love of Juliet, for she’s a gem while I am but a stone. And see how patiently this goddess waits. She has her pick of any suitor. . . yet she’s chosen me and waits for me alone!


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Paradise My Sweetest Love

My sweetest love hearest thou my advice
Let's leave for the garden of sweet paradise
We will live under a rainbow with cherries
Eat sweet mangoes and bright berries;
Build a cottage in its midst with a skylight
Bake gingerbread as the sunsets at twilight
Shower in the misting rain on our lawn
Sing sweet songs with the birds at dawn;
Make fireflies’ lanterns soothing our mood
The ravens will bring us nourishing food
The sparrows will build our resting nest
Oh my love—my darling, my earnest:
Together we will wish upon a shining star,
And from each other we shall never be far!


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© Revised 5/31/10
© All Rights Reserved
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5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest. 
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010

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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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A Universe Between

I found a universe between our eyes
And there is where I touched gentle romance
A pause that lingered, was of no surprise
This heart confirmed every look and glance
When I close my mind's eye, I still see you
A beckoning smile to replace the space
And around your eyes a soft colored hue
To light the moment and enhance your face
Should my heart require shelter from a storm 
I will find its entrance where eyes confess
A place to turn to and see a fire form
This universe no better place to rest

In pause that lingered, I found your eyes pure
And the universe between, it endures


Details | Italian Sonnet |

Seasonal Passion

You my love with a tender caressing touch.
I wait the seconds, minutes of eagerness.
Sweet feeling upon when our lips press.
Tastes of our tongues swirling so much,
Enhancing sensual ways that we clutch,
Our bodies and souls share such finesse.
Each time together, never any repress.
Our love is bound we have no crutch.

Everything I adore about you is mine.
Our souls entwined in sweet Bordeaux.
We climax together as wonderful wine.
We have captured charismatic glow.
As we share each other’s passion fine.
Passing seasons continue as we sow.


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How Rare Must Be the Man

With eyelids shut, old boyfriends of mine kissed my lips unwhetted, so it’s no surprise to me the romance in my life I missed because so many guys just close their eyes. Those men who pressed like wolves, eyes always closed, cared not to understand or love my heart. While making out with them, I nearly dozed! How rare must be the man who knows the art of looking long with gaze unwavering and softly brushing mouth against the cheek, who gently teases in his savoring as only eyes and tracing fingers speak. How sweet the magic seldom loosed in me by those few gents who simply knew to see. Sonneteer55/ Dec. 23, 2011 Using my yahoo pseudonym for the "S" of Sonnet form. For David Williams' "Romance" Poetry Contest


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Dreamer

In someone else’s dream I long to be. I yearn to permeate his heart and mind. So when he drifts to sleep it’s me he’ll see, and in my arms his paradise he’ll find. We’ll meet inside a world of glowing hues and catch a star to Venus and the moon. As homeward bound on comet’s tail we cruise, I’ll read his wicked thoughts and nearly swoon. Then slowly I’ll fulfill his fantasies. He’ll sweetly moan, and then my name he’ll call. Inside this dream I’ll have him on his knees, for I will be his only and his all. But no, not he. . . it’s I who can’t resist! And it’s in dreams of mine(not his) we’ve kissed.
For the Dream a lil Dream Contest of Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


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Shall I Compare Thee to Your Mother's Arse

Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent

Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.

But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.


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San Francisco Fete - Co-authored with Thvia Shetley

Cornices, and Gargoyles with eyes turned low,
hold fast the passing in a frozen stare
as slow vapor rising from vents below
is churned by soles into thick city air.
 
Undeterred, the well-heeled leather bottom
wingtips fly past sandaled sloths at crosswalks
while clicking heels kick dead leaves of autumn
and wind their way through crowded city blocks.
 
Just above a breezy sidewalk café,
sheer fabric wafts a low-loft window sill,
two pair of empty vamps and laces lay,
removed in shameless haste and lustful will.
 
Beneath the sheets, a naked feet affair,
entwined, aligned, with dreamy souls laid bare.


Michael F. Lewis and Thvia Shetley
3/6/2013


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My Juliet

Thou art to me the fairest crimson rose,
A tender bloom with dawn's first colour gilt;
Yet ev'ry flow'r in mortal clime that grows,
Is here for but a time, and then does wilt.
By all I e'er held dear, I now aver,
That though a rose may wilt, yet still 'tis sweet;
I only hope a place I could secure
In fondest adoration at thy feet.
For fairness found in form and face will fail,
But that within the heart may shine undimmed;
Though nothing for youth's beauty may avail,
A heart with golden deeds may yet be rimmed.
My Juliet, in truth I do declare,
I love thee not for youthful beauty fair.


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