Best Petrarchan Sonnet Poems

To see you flash a smile to blush
Small twinkle in your eyes of green
I look and want for that scene
Watching from my hidden brush
I think I might have a crush
My heart overflows and teems
Can this lust ever be weaned
I settle on your desk like dust

An...

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Will nature survive pollution?
There is every chance that it will,	
thinking, will it, makes me feel ill!
Humans do have the solution,
and should make the resolution,
Now, no hesitation don't dill,
or dally, for it will sure kill!
If some life survives, elation!

Spring, procreation, lifes' last chance!
However, there has to...

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Petrarchan Sonnet: If no one else breathed in this wide, wide world

If no one else breathed in this wide, wide world
   Will one know one exists under this sun
Or how will he guess he’s the only one
   If none thought of...

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softly swift, along in threes,
battalions fierce, would grind the wind.
the grandeur of glory great,
could savour each victory's fate.
arrayed in lines, for wars cut,
soldiers set in uniforms.
adorned and armed to their teeth,
with gloved up hands, booted feet.

Marching Seasons, the war times,
a great army, with more behind.
trembling...

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I write all my poetry by the rules!
All verse have rules, for some sort of reason?
Although bending them will not be treason!
Even so, some poets act, well, like fools,
being sucked down by large, waiting, whirpools'.
Let there be no doubt at all, use paeon,
pentameter of a...

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How coolly expressed inability
to continue our business relation;
simple reason to avoid frustration
at latter day feeling futility;
Now you're questioning my ability
to stay as your partner; accusation
route adopted by you for negation.
Forcing to doubt your credibility.

But, still you're dealing in a selfish way 
giving least importance to...

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A period of youthful vim ferments
as coruscating golden flecks in eyes 
that mesmerise and tantalise, give rise
to secrets in my breast to stir, foment.
The xanthous tresses that cascade torment. 
My eager and impressionable sighs
that echo every pirouette and pliés,
a fleeting intercession of lament.
A maverick when...

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