Beautiful Italian Sonnet Poems

On my heart, a winter swathed 
palm
Her spring flowers only right for 
When chill itself dons out windblown—
Attached there by my faithful arm.
Green there and...

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Wild grasses of my springtime heart unmown,
unruly, unrestrained, in silence grew.
Youth’s fierce infatuation madly blew
its untamed gales where tall, green blades had grown.
Fair birds of...

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Expectations

Triumphant note of a magnolia's pearly white
Wakens the sleeping ground,
Beautiful ballerina
Impressing all around.
Herself the spotlight.
Brave fragile snowdrops light the woods' darkness,

Fluting, keen, white and green
Like...

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The dull drip, drip, drip of thick, blackened blood pours
into the veins that beat a path to my heart,
with each feeble pulse, bit by bit,...

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As I sweep my eyes over the terrain starry bright,
I ponder how this place gives me more than I ever would have hoped
to help me...

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Unmask this night, let our love transpire
A free and wondrous kiss with love's embrace
Allow finger's passion to boldly trace
As we enjoy our night dreams sweet...

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About head high, two bluebirds built a nest
Outside my window, in a young oak tree
They built their house complete with nursery
Last spring she chirped a...

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A feeling that can’t be put
To words. It has suddenly come
Upon me. A tune to hum
Freely. My heart is afoot 
For love’s game. Input
Signals beating...

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It's a beautiful day inside my heart
The medicine of love has healed my wounds
Where hostility used to be entombed
I've been blessed with a chance for...

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Here is the poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth...

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Oh hearken to me Destroyer of Poets
With heart in hand I declare my feelings
Without pretentiousness humbly kneeling
Thou art the greatest and now I show it
In...

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Response to Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet 43,
 Let Me Count The Ways

A hundred years beneath the earth my love,
And still, I love thee with...

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Be my girl

Make me whole again. Take my love .hold my hand lets drink love
And lose ourselves into love. Girl lets for once forget about...

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Atlanta 1997, my first visit to America I recall
I went with a friend called joyous Jessica 
With no real intention of “dressing up” at all...

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Ten by ten beautiful fingers and toes,
Aligned by design, colored for fashion,
Thus, proving this queen is full of passion,
Therefore, displayed wherever THE QUEEN goes.
Originality in...

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