Grandfather Sonnet Poems | Examples
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Three years ago was only yesterday:
at dawn I opened my eyes and the blinds.
Bouquets you'd left before you passed away;
those on my window daily I would find.
From your consideration my sun rose,
my very own, through those petals it shone.
It's hard to grasp in poetry or prose
how all you'd picked has taken root and grown.
Yours is no grave, yet all the gloom is mine
without your daily sunset-imbued gifts.
How am I to place roses on your shrine
if roses after you have gone adrift?
Only remains the warmth that's in those dyes
of moments so surreal they don't die...
R.I.P
I’m followed by two eyes that gaze out from
the picture on the parlor wall. Those eyes!
If they were real, I think I would feel numb
to know from nowhere I had seen arise
a monster from the dirt that was the grave
of my great-grandfather; his photograph
conveys he was a Scrooge that barely gave
a care for family or for his staff.
Infamous was he; arrogant as well
(as we’ve been told by Grandma). She would know!
His eldest, she will swear he’s gone to hell.
Her reasons she recites to us blow-by-blow.
The picture won’t come down, for in his will,
that was his requirement. He rules her still!
While cleaning out my garage yesterday
I FOUND A SHOVEL, BROKE, RUSTED AND OLD
To think, that I had almost threw it away
I couldn't, IT HAS STORIES TO BE TOLD
It had been used by many hands- long gone
My grandfather purchased it years ago
Hanging on the hook it's always been on
Still here all these years, little did he know
My father dug worms with it for fishing
My brothers used it to bury our cat
My mother used it for her gardening
Everyone had used it for this or that
Somehow, this shovel that's been here for years
Had dug a hole, in my heart WITH TEARS
I found a shovel
while cleaning out my garage
still here all these years
A shovel, broke, rusted and old...it has stories to be told, with tears
Army officer.
His name was Jones, was not Welsh
perhaps his grandfather was
He spoke a peculiar upper-class English
sounded like a monologue directed
at people with low intelligence.
Jones was depressed his career had stalled
usually, a lieutenant was in charge
of a platoon, but he had gotten the order
His wife had a lover he could not divorce her
since she came from a military family
and it would hinder his prospects.
The Argentinians had a machine gun nest
On top of a knoll, stopping them, they had
to take it out.
They had tried to go around but got under
the fire, he had lost two men, took a decision
ran up the hill with his light machine gun
straight at the enemy and cleared the nest.
When the rest of the platoon got up
Jones was dead, but the nest was clear.
Jones was now a hero mentioned in
the dispatches and stories were told
of the dashing officer sacrificing his life
for the war effort on the Falkland
Ps. His wife married her lover.
I was a menace to society
A monster; smashed, trapped inside my own world
How could I have let this happen to me
Young, naive, foolish...my life; whirled and twirled
Drugs- grasped and stole a big part of my life
Age twenty-five to thirty, I was an addict
Thirty-five years clean...thank you, to my wife
Thought I would always be a derelict
Ashamed "Yes" but so proud of myself now
A husband, father and grandfather too
I had beaten the odds...someway, somehow
If you're still an addict "I pray for you"
From drugs- I choose to run, but had I stayed
I think I'd be dead- the way my cards played
I Choose to Run, But Had I Stayed, Things Would Have Been Like- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabisoon
11/3/2022
"I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)I am never without it"
Quote _ by E.E. Cummings
Gone are beautiful eyes, azure like the skies
whispers of light, lovely as the silent night
memories kiss away doubts as they chastise
reminding me that she loved with all her might
Gone are warm hands, caressing, embracing me
coloring each dream with blessings, revealing
breathless praises, amazing, always carefree
reassuring she loved with so much feeling
Gone are the kindest thoughts, bright wonders of love
poured out on the soul, abiding through it all
twinkling like the starry sighs, shining above
reawakening with her soft Southern drawl
Gone, lost to heaven, the sweetness of her touch
Grandmother's charm, gone - oh, I miss her so much!
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Lost to Heaven - Grandmother/Grandfather
FORM: Sonnet - Italian (11 syllables per line)
September 3, 2022
skilled you are your smile makes subtle demands
a potent weapon are those soft brown eyes
you arrived with your birthday threads in hand
that laughter such a deceptive disguise
I do pride myself on my people skills
yet in your presence I tend to go blind
at first I resist then bend to your will
with you I lose track of my thoughts and time
I answer quickly to your beck and call
your hidden agenda I cannot see
I shiver at the thought that you might fall
your strange control I choose not to believe
there is no need to change this scrumptious world
first grandchild how I love thee little girl
Grandpa raised me to listen to the whisper of grace, tracing out miracles on the edge of my faith… by poet
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Grandpa had hair like salt and pepper
His hands were old and wrinkled from time
As was his face – creased, not in his prime
Once upon a time, he’d been a high stepper
Grandpa knew about the old days and ways
And he looked almost ancient to my young mind
The thing that always struck me was he was kind
Gave from his heart, everything, even his praise
Grandpa loved me like no other possibly could
He welcomed me to his house with an open heart
He made me feel as if I was nothing but good
Thought I was so fully alive my joy would start
Giving back to the world - a love that withstood
The test of time and assured hope I would impart
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The Petrarchan sonnet, perfected by the Italian poet Petrarch, divides the 14 lines into two sections: an eight-line stanza (octave) rhyming ABBAABBA, and a six-line stanza (sestet) rhyming CDCDCD or CDECDE.
I smiled when she said that he died.
She was a mean woman, no soul.
Refused to show inside I cried.
So being stoic was my goal.
She told some other people too.
Confidential? She had no clue.
I knew my grandfather loved me.
Imagined now that he could see.
I saw him in heaven laughing.
He despised pompous people too.
Grandma with him I imagined.
Bad-news-bearer had lost power.
Grandpa said to me that night too
Grandma and I are proud of you.
Written 9-9-2020
Contest: Charonnet
Contest: Charles Messina
Keepsake
A faded velvet box in lilac hues
Protects a heart forged in priceless gold
Like secret caresses of a new love
Precious gift of commitment – never old.
A faded photograph – sepia tones -
Beloved faces – no wrinkles of today –
A locket graces a youthful neckline
Vows of eternal love – a wedding day.
A faded memory – love ever young
Still lives beyond the dusty greys;
No tarnish dulls the bright recollections
Of two hearts intertwined in yesterdays.
Faded days breathe again - heart reopened –
Gift for a wedding day – new love spoken.
8-5-20
This poem is about the gift of a locket from my grandfather to my grandmother and now to me.
Contest: K Contest - New or Old
Sponsor: Constance La France
Soul mate
It's like a honeycomb
Dwellings of sweetness
The honey that soaks my bread
In the eventide of a restful hour
With every words gushing out
Like the sweetest palm wine
Tapped by my grandfather
That never founds its likes
Ever since he had journeyed home
Soul mate
With every choice words
She prays in conversation
With the beings of purest love
Deep down her voice life springs
Like the oil that runs down Aaron's head
Peace of mind she brings with her
Every steps graced with kindness
Echoes of love heard by her man
Love is found again!
© John Chinaka Onyeche
Go Football!
Hope is undefeated.
Faith is the cheering section
Joy is playing together.
God is everything.
Jesus is Savior, also Our Quarterback.
The Mighty Holy Spirit with us even now.
We are never alone.
My Grandad wore his leather belt with pride
Lions head buckle he'd polish till it shone
Always said I could have it when he died
His death came and then I felt so alone .
During the D. Day landings on sword beach
Fellow soldier hit in German air raid
A place of safety he just could not reach
But grandad saw him and went to his aid.
After the war he sent Grandad a box
Inside was a belt and note which read
A lions courage and strength of an ox
If you hadn't helped me I'd have been dead.
I look at his belt and courage I see
Feeling honoured that he left it to me.
Written 25th September 2018.
The above verse is a fictional write.
Flew out to Florida with family
Our rented home had Jacuzzi and pool
Tropical sun with high humidity
Swimming and ice drinks to help keep us cool.
Disney parks were awesome and we had fun
From nine in the morning till late at night
With shows and fast rides to suit everyone
The firework shows were an amazing sight.
But things got better with news of great joy
China at Epcot we received a call
My youngest daughter had a baby boy
A Grandad again I felt ten feet tall.
Fantastic time we had with lots of fun
But nothing beats cradling a new grandson.
Written on 1st September 2018.
When Thirsty Earth Begged Its Brother Sky
When thirsty Earth cries, for much needed rain
Sky beams ever brighter, said not again.
Why cry thus to me, ask your mortal men,
they steal your bounty and live in dark sin?
Earth heard and let out more desperate moans
Sky rumbled back, no rain in clear tones.
Earth begged oceans and forests to plead
please ask brother Sky to fill our great need.
Again Sky answered with angrier sounds
told Earth, stop men from going out of bounds.
Earth moaned louder and then pleaded some more
asking Sky, some rain please, this I implore.
Later Earth and brother Sky came to terms
rains came so heavy, it woke sleeping worms!
R.J. Lindley
August 12th, 1974
Sonnet,( Native American Tale)
Inspired by a story that my Native American grandfather told me
when I was about 9/10 years old.