Seasons Italian Sonnet Poems
These Seasons Italian Sonnet poems are examples of Italian Sonnet poems about Seasons. These are the best examples of Italian Sonnet Seasons poems written by international poets.
butterfly, life, seasons,
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...
Winter's Deadly Chill
Winter has a deadly chill
Whereas just six months prior
The earth felt like a blazing fire
Unbearable heat didn’t seem that sweet until
Our toes no longer we...
For bread and country
allusion, autumn, food, seasons,
Line upon line the troops stood straight
In late season sun they stand and wait
With magazines filled with ammunition
Not with bullets but with good nutrition
Lady Autumn's Ball
friendship, imagination, love, nature,
Lady Autumn’s Ball
Here ye, Hear ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball
Tis the best time for late season romance
Come everyone, enjoy the dance
Autumn’s colors deck...
art, happiness, nature, seasons,
Unimaginable design begins, in such a quiet fashion.
Just a hint appears, shaded, quivering upon limbs.
Which spread quickly, Mother Nature’s chilling whims.
Delightful colors explode, over hillsides,...
life, love, passion, romance,
You my love with a tender caressing touch.
I wait the seconds, minutes of eagerness.
Sweet feeling upon when our lips press.
Tastes of our tongues swirling so...
Grace of Thee
family, life, nature, seasons
To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature
Not of humanity’s forethought.
Standing, shading my spirit sought.
Secure friend, mystical nurture,
Bold, vivid leaves shall not murmur,
(I'm Virgo sun/Taurus moon, both earth signs)
My sun and moon in earth means I require
a stable and terrestrial atmosphere.
As constant as the seasons, I adhere
faith, hope, god, god,
With hands to eyes and eyes to hand I stare
At all the particles of flesh God made
The mixing pot of silver, gold, and jade
In windy essence
loss, me, me,
What windy essence belie me so
As the flowers of my eyes stand naked bare
And a darkness about creep to my soul
Seems empty loomness on me...