Spring Sonnet Poems

Spring brought forth the dusting of grandeur
The blossom exploding from baring bud,
Showering lawns with lilac dander.
A benediction bound in nature’s love.
Branches laden, heavy with flowers
Sweet...

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A while ago,—you seemed a fantasy—
and like a fragmentary apparition
or a flutter flitting past my faint cognition
—to my buzzing thoughts: you the rose, I the...

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"And you, Brutus?" And then was Caesar dead.
A moment's act and history's chapter done;
A moment's thrust and Caesar's life was bled,
And you the one that...

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As Antarctica fills with snow
Eyes with a lot of hopes,
As Marina trench deep and low 
Passions increase in heart's shopes.

As pure rain-water as the heart,
As...

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Flammable I’m nor dry tinder,
Scare me nor threaten of lightning,
Past autumn and chilly winter,
I look forward to the next spring.

I’m already left with few leaves,
Let...

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Like late eve of a slowly dying year, 
Yellowing leaves await when falling down, 
Soon to get trodden when dried to dull brown, 
A few...

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Four seasons fill a year’s colours of time
  and fills the core of human shell and gourd -
in that fullness of youth’s Spring balm...

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As every drop hath magic of its own,
And yet within a river finds its whole,
So are our lives of merit all alone,
And yet a facet...

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The scent of the sonnet

I was watching a TV program about Hercules Poirot
 the heroine in
the plot had no **** and wore an evening dress...

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This day in early March sings
in a gust of wind it brings
the season’s change
life I’ve known rearranged

one day warm the next cold
nature’s changing moods to...

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Spring sunshine, idly sparks our souls with freezing glow,
Still shy to shine, as winter's callous ghost refus'd to bow.
Yet bold like brass, thy brightness beams...

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Those were times when I believed everything.
You seemed to me a treasure of delight.
Your presence, for me, was a blissful spring
Often amidst rainbow clouds, I...

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Here, I pray, is a sonnet he may have written upon his passing on, ironically, his 52nd birthday, April 23rd 1616...

The Bard Bequeaths

'Twas two and...

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*"Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze." — Elinor Glyn
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Harbinger of Spring

A perfect beauty, lover of sunshine
Casting her brilliance, a warm golden glow
Pride of my patch Winter Jasmine sublime
Drawing the eye with her fantastic...

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