Most Commented Sonnet Poems (335)

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XXI.

So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse
Making a couplement of proud compare,
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
O' let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:
Let them say more than like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.

What passion has she awoke in me
What hunger she made me feel
Never had a woman touched my very Soul
As if she walked right through me
Taking residence in my heart
Her lips embrace me
Her breasts bid me come
Her legs wrapped around me like silk thread
soft and alluring Thighs warm to the touch
What envy must other men heap Apon me
like jealous discord
She is smiling at the other women
Who see her strength and beauty As
Taunts cast against them
We shall love like God's and Goddesses
From the ancient texts
Shall I awaken and be not this man
Holding this perfect woman?
Or is this just a dream a vision of what is
to be?
Day passes gently into the night
Shall she pass so gently by?

Silent prayer
Angels around
Healing hands
Deep relief

Missed Stargazer
Secrets abound
Foreign lands
Your disbelief

Shooting star
Concealed starlet
Ongoing nightmare

Battle scar
No regret
Now your disguise is bare

Slams the door
Heavy the hinges grinds that
Drewls within the stench of odours of others that have been before
Light flickers
Heavy bangs noises loud voices heard
Six sides one is trapped
One sits to one fate to one's dispair
Stench of others over powers
Graffity scorned walls from others there ones alone shivers cold
Now one coming
Alone and scared
One sits and drewls
Time stops
One is lost in limbo
Time now gone
Your alone

My hearth melt when i contemplate the hidden secret, of night blanketing sheet of the overpowering darkness gloomy night, thick and tangible, with no glimmers of light and no traces of life...

Nature. Where the growth formula lends its hand. The internal reflection of the root dynamic expresses itself and shares the mirror image as they blossom. When the acceptance root sprouts itself the mind no longer retreats. The journey seems possible again for the seeds to fruitfully develop through nature’s way. For little Apples will grow again.

Be you a letter, Oh Kite! For her from me
For you are able to visit the world,
Lies unseen far away, where does live she.

Tell her what stories me she had once told.
Tell her how shy was I in those green days.
Tell her how at present I have been sold.

In this world of money -- so everyone says --
No place to live in; no way to tread on,
Where power and penny matter always.

She lives in the heaven and like the sun
Dazzles with her radiance so brightly.
So tell her over me her grace to rain.

Her blessings if I can receive slightly,
I trust I can manage my way rightly.

Ich schaue in den Himmel über und Ich weine
Insofern möchte Ich versuchen
Meine Lieben nicht wieder zu mir
Das ist das Fazit dieses Leben, das Ich sehen
All mein Schmerz war mehr, als Ich ertragen konnte
Und es dauerte eine lange Zeit für meine Angst
Nachzulassen - und in dem Moment, Ich wusste,
Es gab wirklich nichts mehr für mich zu bereuen
Da Gott oben war es so verordnet
Der Ort, wo die Toten zu tun gehen
Vor allem auf der Erde, dass wir vergleichen können
Paradies in der Tat ist so schön und fair
Obwohl von den Ich liebe, Ich bin auseinander
Sie sind nicht in meinem Herzen vergessen.


I look to heaven above and I cry
Inasmuch as I would like to try
My loved ones will not return to me
That is the verdict of this life I see
All my grief was more than I could bear
And it took a long time for my fear
To subside - and in the moment I knew
There was truly nothing left for me to rue
Since God above had decreed it so
The place where the dead do go
Is above all on earth that we can compare
Paradise indeed is so beautiful and fair
Even though from those I love I am apart
They are not forgotten in my heart.

How our love lit hours must be
thread woven by fond Alchemy,
smiling thru' each saffron dawn,
and wan skies, cold sullen forlorn,
yet love beats it's fragrant way
along the passage of days sway,
sailing sweet, ne'er looks back,
unknown to night's darkness black,
where thundrous clouds hang heavily,
o'er the sunless and sombre sky,
love's true heart e'er shall beat,
as twin worlds joyfully meet,

thus musical lyrics floating sail
o'er the ether and flowered bough.

I have never forgotten my reason
I have grown strong with each breath I've taken
Waiting anticipating my season
Victory is mine no matter what's to be
The children are gathering together
My heart pounds waiting release from the cage
Soon it will be free no longer tethered
To rest upon the destiny of birth
I see clearly the time is upon me
The preparation has been set in place
As was written the time has come to be
And soon the past will meet with the present
They gathered to have a ball like the old
Forgetting the stories once they were told

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