Sonnet. Poems - Poems about Sonnet.

Before spring days have run their pace I'll travel back home once again To savor youth's colors...such grace To taste the herbs, roam our red lane; Where oaks teal...brim with June flowers Nestling on fields while north breeze sighs Tides so white lapping long hours Till sunsets glow on orange skies: A town caressed by winding isle Regaling the shores...I'll sashay- Gulls dancing with clouds'...

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My crayon box is filled with dreams’ color Of joyfulness tints and happiness’ hues Brightened by thanksgiving and praises ardor Midst gold of gladness, devoid of sad blues. Oh, there is green, full of life… healthy well From God’s grace, so glowing, no one can hide Along red with pink for compassion-swell With shining yellow of worshipful tide. Yes, courageous orange rules over...

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How I wish to hold u Touch and hug u How I wish to squeeze u Play with your curly hair I miss and love you I hope u feel it too Study and Play Study and Play Learn to love God Play with your dolls Learn about Life Play with your dolls Lots to teach u Love to embrace u ...

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Stream of life pulsates boulder to boulder sometimes so quiet and sometimes so loud sound of heartbeats get older and older, symphony of birds in the Evening cloud. When the Moon is resting deep in my heart sky of my dreams roll tumultuous waves. Hope in thunderstorms embraces restart stars and fate together, in boundless craves. Without an umbrella,...

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Once, colours bloomed beneath my fingertips, A world alive in every waxy line. With careless joy, I painted paper ships And skies where suns and silver moons would shine. Each shade, a song of summers never gray, Of laughter loud, of barefoot, grassy trails. But now those hues have slowly slipped away, Replaced by ticking clocks and grown-up tales. The red of courage...

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My dreams allow my thoughts to fantasize, opening a box of colored crayons. And my subconscious scribbles sapphire skies, coloring dreams in shades of gold and bronze. Pastels and vivid pigments tie-dye thoughts using imagination as their brush. And they float like a flotilla of dots inked in the brightest hues and faintest blush. My inner child scribbles between the lines, mixing shades that...

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Im hearing voices in my head, all muffled is the sound Can't make out the words they've said, Yet I'm surely set to drown. Plug my ears to disrupt the waves, As torturous tides begin to pull me in. Lost within these endless caves. From chaos, a life of sin. Riptides calling me further out, Into a sea of endless despair. Nothing attempted; not...

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*Phosphorous, Morning Star, has overcome night’s stellar reign and its *lunar embrace. Awakening, I can hear nature’s hum while *myriad flowers are showing their grace. They *lilt in a breeze that’s beckoning me. I follow a path worn and *serpentine. Across some long grass on my way I see two garter snakes *slither; round rocks they twine, but brief is my fright. I’m...

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That`s not Safe ...

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Her crayon box of dreams has at last grown up and she no longer colors outside of bound'ry lines, nor into stardust thrown the rigid rules of ancient social guide. Her crayon box of dreams has faded now, somehow turning color into dreary shades of brown, fading into shadow's vow of docile living, forever weary. Her crayon box of dreams asserts...

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Grace can't grind away the wrinkled gnarls time obeyed, Nor hide the snarls, ploughed as furrows in the brow. It carves the knurls for grip that age has disobeyed, To a shape what decrepit, flailing lovers can still avow. Grace respects the knurled design that time has hewn, That's not a flaw, nor fault, but a form that time engraves. With...

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Cool waters casade over myriad rocks. That serpentine creek which heads to sea Voice lilts,, its charm draws me in period Fears enters as I sit under the tree Crescent moon rising gives off lunar light There appears a phosphorous light green glow Creatures who are naturally bright at night Water ripples by, while soft breezes blow Fear gives way to the beautiful...

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As a child, colors weave the way I dream, Then what I feel and how I perceive. My humming voice a dandelion stream. Carnation pink, fairytales I used to believe. As I grow my color palette shifts, From rainbow of softness to only neutral gray. I wear black heels, prepare neon gifts For dinner parties I have to stay. Sometimes I remember, how...

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Amongst spruce oblivious of the way, As I admire the wonder all abound. Birds fly above dancing their own ballet All spruce trees spread their fragrance all around. The compact wood is hushed before night fall, Arrive at a bridge shocked at what I see The chances of crossing are very small. Trying anything is indeed no key. The bridge is thin, its...

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Friend, Silence listens,—every thought we think, each new feeling which soundless trickles by, the twinge of untold pain, the snuck-in sigh, are registered within the margin’s ink Friend, Silence listens (better than your shrink),— in worries sunken deep below the “I”, the subterranean soul, the scrying spy, dutifully encodes each missing link.— Observe the...

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