Sonnets
On Winged Faith (a Kyrielle Sonnet)
Quicksilver linings decorate
burgeoning rims of clouds, ornate;
quixotic dream within their girth...
as dampened spirits walk the earth.
Elucidate the skies to still
the clamor of foreboding's chill;
Enlightened path to seek true worth...
as dampened spirits walk the earth.
On winged faith, we must aspire
to reach beyond a tempest's ire;
Hope's conception, a fragile birth...
as dampened spirits walk the earth.
Quicksilver linings decorate...
as dampened spirits walk the earth.
© Ravenne
In The Gloaming... (a Cornish Sonnet
The villa of my mind is leather-bound...
a dog-eared, intimate anthology,
within the petaled pages, to be found
passages of ambrosial reverie;
Yet, stemmed, a rose's fragrant melody...
and time, the stoic gardener, holds the key.
As gentle gloaming falls... without a sound,
winds of transition swirling silently,
once fettered buds will blossom all around,
to fete abundance of serenity;
Poetic thoughts, unleashed, now wander free
to ride the wings of heart that define me.
The villa of my mind is leather-bound...
as gentle gloaming falls... without a sound.
© Ravenne
Hollow (a Jeffrey's Sonnet)
Against a weathered window pane,
the steady drips of falling rain
tattoo a beat of season passed
upon a heart of rusted chrome,
who finds it's shadow far from home...
yet captured by emotion, glassed.
The world is vast, though still remained
her melody, forever stained.
Intimation in hooded eyes...
as crimson tinctured mem'ries clung
like syrup drizzled on a tongue;
His dignity, a hollow prize.
A tear belies the stolid stance.
On second glance, he slowly dies.
© Ravenne
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Poetic form:
(jeffrey's sonnet)
#61- "The Price of a Heart"
The pain upon which I weep every night
is unlike any pain I've felt before.
I wish and I pray that I'd cry no more;
that you'd be gone forever from my sight.
Wishing you gone from my life is not quite
what I had in mind. But then you went and tore
my heart straight from my chest, leaving me sore
and aching with anguish due to this plight.
My love knows no bounds, I give what I can
and then some, despite the pain it gives me.
I cannot help who lays claim on my heart.
My heart was gone before my mind began
to even consider the price of glee.
Now there's only pain from being apart.
#41 "An Autumn Sonnet"
Chill October breezes wind about me.
Around my ankles the crisp, cold air swirls.
Away from my lips my frosty breath curls.
Orange, Red, Yellow leaves fall from browning trees.
Eddies of wind go where ever they please.
Down out ouf the branches an acorn hurls,
Knocked from the paws of two chittering squirrels.
They dash 'round the tree as fast as can be.
Yet too soon, snow will come and food be gone.
Now is the time to harvest the crops,
If only in vain hope that food will last.
The drifts of snow shall glow with morning's dawn
As the icicles inot their beds flop,
And the seasons roll by but oh so fast.
Sonnet Lament
I can’t write any more my mind is mush,
thirty days of sonnets has burnt my brain.
Maybe I should just twist my ear and flush,
causing it to swirl and circle the drain.
I think it is time to write some free verse,
forgetting about meter and all rules.
I don’t want to go mad and need a nurse,
finding myself in a roomful of fools.
Yes, going free is what I need to do,
concentrating on con
Maiden's Knight
Look at me my love as I kiss your lips,
I must gaze through the windows of your soul.
My feelings for you will never eclipse,
because you are the one who makes me whole.
Blood pounding like fierce rapids through my heart,
sad to tell you that I must soon depart.
The king has called me to go on his quest,
no way I can deny his call to arms.
Know my undying love and don’t be depressed,
for I will return to embrace your charms.
Realigned Sonnet
Realigned Sonnet
Sonnets form in standard
verse and meter,
creating music flow
to the eyes and ear.
They think it creates
a sound much sweeter,
for everyone
to listen to and hear.
That’s the wayI
usually see them,
when published neatly
in any printed form.
If they were not this way
should we condemn,
for they are somehow
out of standard norm.
What if someone makes them
pleasing to view,
breaking away from
standard tradition.
Thus giving us
something polar and new,
causing it to
flow in reposition.
Just because it doesn’t
format as verse,
isn’t a reason
to thinking it worse.
© 2008 Philip N. Carcione
Death’s Awakening
Buried high atop a lonely hill,
as god’s aura beams down from above.
Dying is such an unwanted pill,
though now I feel his undying love.
My body will stay interred forever,
beneath this grass covered final rest.
I’m done with this lifetime endeavor,
now my new being is truly blessed.
Resurrected the same as his son,
as promised many long years ago.
This new life of mine now has begun,
as I bask in his almighty glow.
Do not cry for me and do not fear,
thinking that I am no longer here.