Love Italian Sonnet Poems | Examples
These Love Italian Sonnet poems are examples of Italian Sonnet poems about Love. These are the best examples of Italian Sonnet Love poems written by international poets.
A Laden Quill Pen in Hand
Lay a quill a pen in hand moulted feather of a swan;
Jest a written piece of verse wrote in stammering breath;
And important historical documented quest;
Wonders of wandering authors protest dawn;
Black it’s the chosen ink stirred upon drawn;
A sole paper now being presented to be dressed;
Far be it from the story to be mis pressed;
With writings of HIStory penned brawn;
8/21/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026© Italian Sonnet
Looking through the soul’s eye, all seen as one,
ego deems enlightenment is attained,
since awareness is from ego unchained
and no stories by lower mind are spun
but since flame of love shines not like the sun,
God’s light that lights all lights, not yet ingrained,
in truth the neophyte’s heart is still stained,
needing self-appraisal to come undone.
If Holy Spirit has not yet touched form,
the soul here now cannot metamorphose,
bereft of love, knowing not bliss delight,
sublime elixir, that stills every storm,
ensuring breath by breath, love and light grows,
transforming body-mind as living light.
Destiny any, there’s a common thread
in the unique journey of every soul,
going through life, playing their ordained role,
attachments gripping fickle heart in dread.
False is the narrative which we’ve been fed,
ego the villain, who inner light stole,
veiling soul’s sheen with thoughts as black as coal,
negating heart’s love by living in head.
Melding head with heart, we exit the maze,
making in staid silence, our eye single,
whereupon by shifting into the void,
our inner presence wakes up from its daze,
rapture heightening as bliss spasms tingle,
revealing our Self, pure and unalloyed.
I don’t believe ideal love is real…
Can castles in the sky be built to last
eternities? Or rather burn, as fast
as marriage papers (and melt the holy seal)?
Besides, I hate to think I’m meant to steal
the blueprint to a fortress from my past
to use to plan my future, to forecast
the whim of winds who caren’t for mortal zeal?
Does there exist a Master Builder clever
enough to build a home that neither rots
nor suffers,—which fever may never sever?
Apart from high upon the playwright’s stages,
or daftly dancing in a daisy’s thoughts,
soulmates live alone on a poet’s pages
“One being freed from the grip of Ahamkara attains his unmanifest state like the spotless moon becoming full after eclipse.” ~ quote from the Adhyatma Upanishad
thoughts seem to arise without volition
but mindful eye traces heart as the source
wherefrom vibrations emoted in morse
seek from mind as symbols, their rendition
desires of heart cause intent’s emission
but is the impulse rooted in remorse
ego-driven, prone to applying force,
unlike vast space that has no ambition
negating transience, our ego recedes
and yet object-free awareness remains
whence stepping outside space-time we then see
self-existent light within which love breeds
representing flame of heart free from stains
made in God’s image, vibrant and carefree
What makes me smile?—For one: the grin of life;
but, too, its touch of giggle grazing on
my ticklish skin,—Though soon again withdrawn,
yet long lingers in memory, full, rife.
This makes me smile—(the laughter of a leaf
fluttering through the airs of yawning dawn.
I think it now, though next I’ll find it gone,
but note the chimes of mirth and bells of grief.)!
But, most of all, the experience of love
—of that of other, self, or all of all,
precedes, exceeds, (impedes?,) towers above
every other need…—Question marks abound,
and, gently litling to a waltzing bawl,
re(sound, (sound, (sound, (sound, (sound, (sound, (sound, (sound, (sound))))))))).
When distanced from source we feel incomplete,
which involuntarily births intent
to be still, being our way to repent,
that thus by surrendering at God’s feet,
invoking grace we sense magnetic heat,
signalling God has accorded consent,
for our pristine soul’s heavenward ascent,
in bliss mists, leaving heart feeling upbeat.
The cause behind all causes, is this pull,
being simply stated, God’s magnetism,
rapture beyond measure pervading form,
which when we are touched by, makes us feel full,
rainbow of love shining in body prism
and we’re engulfed by this benign bliss storm.
intermediate truths will do for now
involving dissolution of ego
staid stillness reveals what mind cannot know
by direct touch, God wisdom does endow
kundalini rises if we allow
whence sailing in the boat which God does row
spirit repays debts of love which we owe
clear sight’s bestowed when to His will we bow
ego vaporises yet we remain
we as living light dissolve in God’s heart
both immanent as also transcendent
we see soul’s journey has not been in vain
as pure awareness, we add love to cart
living light eternal, bliss resplendent
Drawing in energies in our heart’s core,
the manifest universe disappears,
yet each soul within exists without fears,
having seen this epiphany before.
Poised in the void, ready for an encore,
intent of spontaneity appears,
whence we exhale, applauded by loud cheers,
making kinetic life, since heart seeks more.
Breathing in and out, we thus go about,
driven by an impulse flowing from God,
love for love pining, without defining
the dance divine, since we are free from doubt,
having now chosen to give joy our nod,
in gentleness, head and heart aligning.
When we’re at peace, God’s light engulfs our chest,
on top of our head, He places His hand,
this epiphany dawning on demand,
divine gifts of grace, for which we feel blessed.
Employing free will, we ask thoughts to rest,
that drenched in bliss mists, soul may understand,
God’s omnipresence as we make our stand,
in our heart’s cave, where light of Self does nest.
Erased are our fears, in our sunset years,
with our heart now mindful and touch gentle,
softened attention, soul’s meditation,
reflecting God’s light, as His presence nears,
our spherical vision nonjudgmental,
radiance of love, our heart’s pulsation.
“The path appears when we walk upon it ~
That we stumble not, lamp of love is lit”
~ quote by poet
Poised in staid silence where no thoughts arise,
our heartbeat echoing the cosmic drum,
we dissolve in the magnetic bliss hum,
illumining form as rays of sunrise.
Each breath intake a delightful surprise,
Holy Spirit a flame, which we become,
erect spine, a violin, which we strum,
that light of Self may materialise.
Synced with bliss beats, nectar begins to flow,
navigating its way through feeble form,
enlivening body-mind made of dust,
that as we so then shine like a rainbow,
vaporised presence centred in love’s storm,
melds with God’s light, in playful childlike trust.
Elusive, quick, a wisp of spectral smoke,
you, as a twinge that flickers in the eye,
haunt the corners of sight; you mystify
perception—such the awe you so evoke.
Arcane, abstruse, veiled in a phantom cloak,
you, as a fleeting shadow passing by,
confuse the intellect; you do defy
detection—all instincts you ill provoke.
In those moments, when(briefly)you appear
as a fast flash,—only to flitter from
reality,—a momentary zap
in a surging current,(you’re hard to hear,)—
yea in those moments, left behind, struck dumb,
I wonder mutely,—“have I made you up?”
O’ Mother!, take me back at last, receive
—(unclasped arms as vast as mine)—my embrace;
this longing, laughing love, the proof and grace
of my abiding for your shores.—I grieve
the lasting loss that shear struck—do believe
my grave and groveling art of disgrace,—
when ten years had but barely found their place
in my life. As with you then, now I leave
behind the home I’ve called as such awhile,
and answer your unbroken imperative:
anew with you! once more to your sweet heart!
I—through my candid, unshadowed smile—
effervesce—(so this is what it means to live!)
a new part! a chance for a novel start!
Attempt, attempt, attempt, I try, I do,
but find success a frightful,fretful sort
of creature.—.landing always just so short
for you,—my victories?: far less than few.
From void to verse then verse now void,—but you
reject my voice,else’y*u[ / , u ]d*stort
it, and to good will ill intent impart;
My inspiration, skewered by your view,
lies fallow in your lap.—Tell, what’s the use
of baring open heart and mind and soul
when evil’s understood the sole (and whole)
ground of my poetry? — — rather a noose
than these restraints!, ach! and the love you reek
of, it struggles with my fine nose. I speak.
having aged, we’re no longer in our prime
yet vibrance of our heart remains intact
tweets of love continuing to transact
each moment deemed as the optimal time
heart sings a song and we dance to its chime
lost in ambedo trance, God’s grace attract
and as bliss beats with our form make contact
resting in stillness mind conjures a rhyme
one day this dream life will come to an end
but since we dwell in heart and not in mind
presence is upbeat, suffused with cool heat
borne by bliss, our chosen way to ascend
pure love drenched soul following the scent blind
delights as refrains of rapture repeat