Metaphor Italian Sonnet Poems

Within a crack in grisly clouds one night
I briefly glimpsed the redish-orange hue
of the Australian desert poking through—
pillars of bunched up puffs, in the colored...

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Yes! day and night, inside my roaring shop,
pounding my heavy hammer ceaselessly 
against the hardened anvil Poetry,
I ply tough steel into a pleasant shape.

Working words...

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I’m as a dare—If just you’ll come along,
and give my noble providence a shot,
seeing what boundless bounty might be got,
you’ll sing me a river, cry...

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My bars the words, the prison guard my verse,
Rattling the staves of this poetic cell,
I struggle vainly, locked up in this jail. 
Yea, thus is...

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Shouting across the void, I’ve begged for you;
I’ve heard my straining voice fall lost to the
Abyss between us two; Ignoring my plea,
The echo returned not,...

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Eurynome's great joy,
     the Graces of her womb,
     whose names transcend the tomb
like Helen's, famed of Troy!
Ah!...

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My springtime blood did flow a river’s rush  
in stream bed’s cradle anchored to the land  
as dreams rode jet streams to the...

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O bipolar, harass me nevermore!
     Depart from me! For Easter Sunday's here,
     a comfort which transforms this...

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If in dreams prophets wield prophetic power,
     then prophetic power have I; for I dream
     of things...

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CHRONICLES OF OUR NATIONS SURMOUNTABLE PALAVA

Our currency mirrors my area
and the state of our beloved Nigeria; 
Worthless. Hopeless but a resurgent oneness.
The government parastatals are...

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A Sonnet begets life.
     Joy, her child, leaves her womb,
     bliss that transcends the tomb
and dulls the...

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Through the set screen of a cower cover
A tyrant terror of the self resides; 
Forming a merged mind with opposing sides. 
Persuasion being his asset...

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Tho' I am but the sparrow's twining strains
The palette and the pen of whisp'ring souls
I'm sweeter, still, if dashed upon the shoals
Or bleeding from the...

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Can you believe that I am not afraid
when sentiments are none but what is feared.
For Christmas presents wrapped have still appeared,
and all the debt life...

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The corridors of life are rarely straight:
Not only do they bend and twist and veer,
We find the way ahead becomes unclear,
Soon blocked by doors --...

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