Rose Italian Sonnet Poems

A sudden darkness veiled the world below.
Luna was defused by a shadowed sky,
giving cause for Earth to be wrought with woe.
Something strange caused the night...

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I wonder, Little Eddie, hypnotized,
can it be true you felt no pain at all?
Ten years of age, a figure formed too small,
and that poor Roadster,...

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A while ago,—you seemed a fantasy—
and like a fragmentary apparition
or a flutter flitting past my faint cognition
—to my buzzing thoughts: you the rose, I the...

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What can I say to a flame, except that I knew of its spark when it was just a mere flash?
Would I say that I...

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If Lucifer and heaven's angels fell
     before a time when man first walked the earth,
     and ages...

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For years, I've watched my seasons come and go
Beneath the pines along the River Brine
I've drunk my fill of robust summer wine
Survived the stinging lonely...

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She walked in the natural belle of Yule 
lit up like the glitter upon the trees; 
Holding a dove waiting for it’s release 
in her...

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I sit looping nightmares in paradise 
perfuming my skin with rose scented tears; 
My mind keeps replaying my deepest fears;
With you nothing feels like a...

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I’m not yours, I do not belong to you
I can not be found as I am not lost
Even though our stars are destined to cross
Our...

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The pain within that pierces deep
is like the prick of rose’s thorn
and leaves my meager mind to mourn
while yearning for eternal sleep.
These tristful tears from...

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Many springs came as the time’s wheel rolled by,
our hearts entwined we walked the garden trail.
Ardent fervor on cloud in blue, set sail,
not long, for...

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He rested on the park bench every day
To watch us kids with age-old eyes and feed
The birds. He often brought us treats as well,
And filled...

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I’ve gone outside to sit nearby my tree,
which bloomed this April, and on the first day!
With pen in hand (the good old-fashioned way)
I pause –...

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Flittering along with gossamer wings
She espied the lemony yellow rose
Alighting gently, her place to repose
Quietly, her thoughts vague whispery things

She’d flown from up north where...

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Rain rushed in like a concert audience.
There’s nothing calm about Spring’s arrival.
The specter gusts regrets and survival,
Strip limbs for whips — a sore obedience.

A path...

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