Song Italian Sonnet Poems

Beguiling spring, how bold your arrogance
You shameless season painted in conceit
Parading up and down each city street
O'er hill, through dale, you flaunt your elegance

Each tree,...

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I saw the universe inside your eyes,
missing the self loathing that was within;
Ignoring my past and what had just been; 
Flames expelling carbon monoxide highs
replenishing...

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I long for your truant inspiration,
     O Muse, for I've felt your absence too long;
     empower me...

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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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The way this day carries on, one might think
it invalid, paralyzed from neck down,
wheelchair bound, unable to roll around
or speak more than “yes” or “no”...

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HIS SHAMES
THAT HE STANDS BEFORE
THESE MEN
WHO REPRESENT CAESAR
THE TRAITOR, THE HEROTIC, A SATAN
WHO SPEAK OF HIMSELF AS THE SON
OF GOD.
THAN CAESAR DENIES SUCH, THAT HE...

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When warmth of springtime slackens winter's glare
and earth from bitter bonds is free to breathe
infusions of fresh colors boldly weave
through nature's living canvas, wild affair.
As...

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Hear the untold song we sing at any cost,
Though the crowd may laugh and children, jeer:
Through the parting clouds, lascivious angels leer,
Till a fall from...

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When I say peace, what comes into your mind?
Some fantasy, a world where there's no wars
No soldiers setting foot on foreign shores
Where weapons of destruction...

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Unmask this night, let our love transpire
A free and wondrous kiss with love's embrace
Allow finger's passion to boldly trace
As we enjoy our night dreams sweet...

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I ask you why—why I hear everyday
Of the Renaissance whose effects stay strong;
Legacies of music, writing, and song.
We all undergo rebirth, so they say,
But how...

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Engulfed in recollections bittersweet
Reminded just how lonely life can be
How sad the fact that mem'ries are not free
From train of thought pass shadows in the...

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I heard the sad song of a lonely dove
My heart grew heavy as she softly cried
Her lover gone no longer by her side
She coos a...

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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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