Petrarchan Italian Sonnet Poems | Examples
These Petrarchan Italian Sonnet poems are examples of Italian Sonnet poems about Petrarchan. These are the best examples of Italian Sonnet Petrarchan poems written by international poets.
A period of youthful vim ferments
as coruscating golden flecks in eyes
that mesmerise and tantalise, give rise
to secrets in my breast to stir, foment.
The xanthous tresses that cascade torment.
My eager and impressionable sighs
that echo every pirouette and pliés,
a fleeting intercession of lament.
A maverick when it comes to amour
and quintessentially a rakish cad.
Unrequited love longstanding rancour,
but finally become your paramour.
An enigmatic smile ever so sad;
your broken heart I gladly give succour.
Springtime, camped between the mountain valleys.
Air filled with tickled laughter ventured through
canopy of leaves bathed a golden hue;
labyrinth fields sun's freedom to rally.
An owl rides the air stream, into darkness
against the fading moonlight to confront
joy of flying in silence of the hunt,
while crickets sing loudly in the stillness.
Rumbling sounds reach deep sleep from twice its breadth,
barely glean the worth turning into dreams
grasping the state of mind lapsed into deep,
a twilight world that knows not its own depth.
Waking up in the light of morning beams,
cooing sounds of mourning doves in nature's keep.
3/22/2018
Italian/Petrarchan Sonnet first 8 lines) abba abba (next 6 lines) cdecde
I rest in Winter's scorn for Spring to come
And watch thin sun thrust light on shadows low
I'll wait in dusk and cold until they grow
When warm sun's gleam cause Winter to succumb
And Spring arrives at end of Winter's thrum
Green leaves will sprout, unwrap in sunlight's glow
Winter will creep away though passing slow
And wings of honey bees begin to hum
The days of Spring will drizzle softer rain
To wet a Winter's ragged brown of need
And free brightest colors from Winter's grime
Beneath the sunlit realm of Spring's domain
As birds aloft begin their search for seed
The Spring again will roll the wheel of time
3/10/18 contest Petrarchan Sonnet
The Tides of Our Passion
The tides of our passion cry out my love,
As we seek to define who we are now.
To live this special life gives us that how,
And when and why we must seek God above!
Our souls blend one perfect constant of love,
As we prize God’s cosmic eternal vow.
Our passion defines our life and us now;
Our love basks in Heaven’s own light above!
Our passion’s rapture is love replete,
With brilliant emotions forever bright,
As we kiss softly under God’s moonlight!
Love’s magical force makes our life complete,
As we seek happiness here on God’s Earth,
Knowing love shall transcend our mortal birth!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 28, 2015 (Petrarchan Sonnet)
Author’s Notes:
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Octave: abbaabba | Sestet: cddcee