Sonnet Collection - Hello Poetry

Apr 2015

Tryst

Wouldst thou endure to fade like autumn gold,
To see thy treasures dulled in fading light,
To watch alone thy tarnished days unfold,
And pass a pauper into worthless night?
Who then will bring a wreath unto thy rest,
And keep thy garden flowered, as is thy wont?
The barren cross that lays above thy breast
Would bear thy name, yet bring to thee affront.
But if thou takes a servant to thy cause,
To tend thy garden and to do thy deeds,
And he would gift a son with no remorse
To tend to thee when his own strength accedes:
Thy treasure trove reflected in his gleaming
Would bring thee joy as thou is ever dreaming.

Inspired by Elizabeth Squires, in honor to the greatest of bards.

#sonnet #tribute #shakespeare

Apr 2015

Bruised Orange

Carbon Remains

His letters scatter loose upon the ground,
She clenches fists despite arthritic hands
that rail against the words she never found.
To spite the golden noose of tarnished bands,
she douses tomes and quick lets loose a flame.
A tendril's curling wisp of past desire
snakes toward the sky. Still the ash of blame
survives the ceremony's futile pyre.
What fire ever burns away the dross
or dulls the tempered edges of we're done?
Yet embers coax; they succor heat not lost
to years they burned together each alone.
The groan of ache sounds low within her hips.
One letter saved, pressed tightly to her lips.

NaPo 4/5

Mar 2015

jerely

Sonnet XVIII "Among the Roses; Thy Beauty"

O, beauty alike thy fresh rose renew
Thy softly delicate, fragrance doth shade
Silk o' glorious petals formed thy youth grew
Thee shalt bloom as gently pick; he who made.

Remindful sunny skies that brought thee back,
Through thousand words of platonic ocean
Letting thy memoirs to float to its knack,
Shalt glow & touch to the present emotion.

But among roses; thy beauty shine.
Neither a thorny one prevails the road
Nor trials subside the darkest sign
When thy purest heart remains to flowed.

So man could give thee lasting love of all
So treasure as to cherish thou could fall.

Special thanks to Timothy for giving me tips/advise for what to write as a present for my mom's bday!!!! I really enjoyed writing this one and this is actually my first attempt & had fun on this maybe a fav sonnet so far!!! :))

Anyways this poet/sonnet is dedicated to my ever beautiful Mama!!! Who celebrates her birthday today thank you mom for everything. I only wish you good health and more years to come! Even if you are 50 now but of course your beauty always remain humble and encouragement on me! Please also take care of yourself and love more cause I can't asks for more than anything or anyone else! You're the only mom in my heart! loveeee youuu :)

March 17,2015
Jerelii
Copyright

#love #beauty #birthday #mama

Feb 2015

Chuck

Sonnet II (Collab with Blythe)

Oh,' be young or old, courageous or wise,
Whatever you do, whoever you are,
Beware of those souls whose words are the guise
Hiding a past marked with an ugly scar.

Their face may be benign hiding malus
With an altruistic front for a show;
Fragrance of a rose hides a soul callus
Envious heart wanting to take your glow.

Yet, your love and honesty guides your fate
No matter what others would say and do,
Love's the beacon to steer away from hate
Enjoy life and show the world the real you.

When deceptive people spin their charmed lies
Let not their words fool you, learn to be wise.

Blythe is my adopted daughter on HP:) we have been learning from each other, since we joined HP. It was a pleasure writing a Shakespeaean Sonnet with her. I wrote, the first line and every other line. I'm happy with the way this evolved.

#sonnet #collaboration #blythe

Feb 2015

blythe

Sonnet II (Collab with Chuck)

Oh,' be young or old, courageous or wise,
Whatever you do, whoever you are,
Beware of those souls whose words are the guise
Hiding a past marked with an ugly scar.

Their face may be benign hiding malus
With an altruistic front for a show;
Fragrance of a rose hides a soul callus
Envious heart wanting to take your glow.

Yet, your love and honesty guides your fate
No matter what others would say and do,
Love's the beacon to steer away from hate
Enjoy life and show the world the real you.

When deceptive people spin their charmed lies
*Let not their words fool you, learn to be wise.

Shakespearean sonnet style. Collab with my HP father - Chuck :)
Loved writing with him. <3
When I was still a newbie here on HP, he was the one who taught me different styles of poetry.
©Chuck
©Blythe

#sonnet #collab

Jan 2015

Sydney Victoria

Sonnet XIII: Absence

The Ripe Color Of My Skin Has Perished,
Along With The Wide Smile I Once Bore,
Music In My Soul Which I Once Cherished,
Has Fallen Flat And Crumbled To The Floor

The Sweet, Joyful Sun Has Dissipated,
The Flowers Within My Heart Have Withered,
My Mind Has Never Been Vindicated,
My Green Eyes Clouded With Blue Of Blizzard

The Autumn Leaves Are Ragged And Soggy,
As If They Wanted To Mimic My Lips,
The Moaning Voice Of The Breeze Is Groggy,
As It Caresses The Earth's Swinging Hips

O, I Remember The Smile I Wore,
Although, I Recall It Being A Chore

Absence of color,
Absence of inspiration,
motive,
and
mind...

Missed you all.

#lost #exhausted #blue #absence #gray #frustrated

Jan 2015

Poetic T

Moments Of Regret And Love (Sonnet)

A hearts tears now weeping in drowning pain
Isn't it my hearts wish for redemption
You spoke but of your feared moments again
But then uttered words of loves dimensions
There is but one and its never so strained
Love is but a feeling an extension
We then pondered soulful moments explained
Weeping eyes meet upon breaking tensions
Hands greeted upon tears, collapsing chains
Our hand were a beat held in suspension
Emotions were lit, pride by both remained
One simple kiss cleared all that was mentioned
Love, hearts, life kept us always entertained
We are what our souls and hearts intentioned

First ever sonnet

Nov 2014

Maggie Emmett

Sonnet XVIII ~ Shall I compare Thee?

Shall I compare thee to a Winter’s night ?
Thou art more ugly and more bitter cold:
Soft fogs do wrap the vestiges of light,
And winters lease hath all too long a hold:
Sometimes too cold the hand of hell can feel,
And rarely is her blackness ever lit;
And every shade and shadow oft conceal,
By scheme, or nature’s sly force of habit
But thy eternal winter will not pass
Nor find concession in the surgeon’s knife
Nor can repair or lift your sagging ****
When in infernal lines is etched your life
So long as men can wink and ribs can poke
So long lives this, and you are such a joke.

Shakespearean Sonnet form but with a dash of satire

#sonnet #satire

Nov 2014

Christos Rigakos

Eight Years

Eight years have not diminished buried pain,
nor dulled the temperature of love beheld.
We proudly wear your dark and crimson stain--
our mark of love, remembrance long held.

We miss that flesh, dismantled long ago,
that lived to fill our world so vibrantly,
which held on till by slumber had to go--
its vibrant spirit from it had to flee.

And now we hush a moment, welling tears,
remembering your life, recalling death,
to honor your own silence of eight years,
that so began with your own final breath.

The silence of your void rings in the ear,
the only sound of you remaining here.

(C)2014, Christos Rigakos

English (Shakespearean) Sonnet

Aug 2014

Hilda

Sonnet IX: Insecurity

Forgive me dearest for my childlike ways;
Those dormant traits which never seem to die.
Forgive my foolishness and futile days,
Although when seized how quickly seem to fly!
A word well intended uttered in haste;
A cup of cold water spilling as tears.
Each dream shattered as days blend into waste.
Unspoken thoughts hampered by icy fears.
Nor am I gifted with spirit mature
Able to gratify impulse or whim.
Some enjoy life so capable and sure
Untainted by cold nature's hand so grim.
Thus musing upon grey veiled tomorrow
May we refrain from worry to borrow.

**~Hilda~

Jul 2014

Hilda

Sonnet VII: Tribute To Joy

No longer doth she walk the twilit earth,
Her knock forever absent from our door.
Death's icy grasp banished our childlike mirth
Silencing her sweet voice forevermore.
Laid aside dreams from spirit grown weary;
Perfume of burning candles flood her room.
How dragged those final days on steps dreary
Awaiting with tears the oncoming gloom.
Sweet Joy! I long to see thee once again
Tripping so merrily through woodland green,
Or nymph-like wandering in mist and rain.
Amber hair and faery form no more seen,
Flown as a free bird from imprisoned cage,
Vanished from life, leaving one cherished page.

**~Hilda~

In memory of my dear sister: Joy.
Several years ago she told me,
"You know, this life is just like a page of a book compared to eternity."

Written July 2, 2014
© Hilda July 4, 2014

Jun 2014

Marian

Sonnet: The Days Of Summer

The days of summer pass so quickly now
The roses are withering on the vine
Warm hot breezes through the tall pine trees sough
Where are all the vanishing sands of time?
Sunrays of gold ne'er slant across the path
The end of July is already here
Daisies have shed all the petals she hath
So soon to bid goodbye to summer dear
Bid sweet adieu to the sonnets of time
Nevermore the sweet July sun to see
Behold the fading sky in its own prime
Farewell to the sighing waves of the sea
Sweet summer days are coming to an end
Enjoy life while it is still left to spend

*~Marian

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