Rose Italian Sonnet Poems

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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When I ascend into immortal light,
Beloved, gather up red roses laid
upon my grave before dark skies pervade,
then toss abreast our silver stars of night.
Reflected amber...

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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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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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I’ll be there when you succumb to my love: to gloat; to see you weep;
I’ll catch your tears on the flow,
Yes, I’ll wipe off your...

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We praise You for the mysterious sea
We fear Your glorious Name above all Names
More than the sharpness of shark fangs
We will forever sing of Your...

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My brother is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. I still remember that day

His Human Heart

He laid red rose upon white casket
Tears were hidden behind dark...

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 A frequent visitor is Mary Anne,
 Who first did come before the bloom of rose
 As tiny bud before it fully grows.  ...

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So, this is the morning after the night,
That successfully proceeded the day,
That had been spent making love the right way,
Learning exactly how love is made...

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She came upon the night, when moon was bright.
An eerie form, so seductive, you know.
Standing, in front with an amazing glow,
She said, wishes granted for...

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“Lights out,” his mother told him tenderly
each evening when her bedtime tale was read,
and she had knelt to gently kiss his head.
What comfort given with...

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Your beauty will force me to learn your tongue,
Because I am a notorious flirt.
A little poetry could never hurt,
So now, on you, my attention is...

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I had to pick the perfect shade of red,
That perfectly complimented your skin,
Pressed against your nose, your lips, and your chin,
As it slowly moved away...

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Upon a deep blue rose, a scented song,
so delicate of harmony and sweet;
a melody, whose strains of love replete
I mused upon. To whom could it...

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Music fills the air, as the  radio plays
Letting go of memories, bringing back forgotten faces
Daddy took that photograph...a captured you, a smiling trace
A magic...

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