Spenserian Sonnet Poems - Poems about Spenserian Sonnet

The love of God is a priceless blessing An affection mightier than fire Empty grave; the saints, forever singing To die for me was his greatest desire Shall I liken Christ to any desire? The nails and stone couldn't retain my Lord For my sake, He was caught in the crossfire To the very end, he upheld His word Heavy task, His love...

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Trochaic Pentameter My love's spirit's gentle like a breeze that blows cool o'er this my brow, most hot, feverish. I am made calm by her presence like at times when discontent doth make one peevish. She is children's mother never churlish, meeting needs with day to day devotion. Seen ne'er showing disposition surlish, lady having no bad fractious notion. She doth ease all banes...

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Her smile is like a wondrous day in May when morning's glow gilds sky with golden light. And happy singing robins lead the way for taking care of burdens never slight. Her smile gives me a frame of mind that's right, there's sudden warmth of plesure deep within. This treasure placed and buried free from sight, heart taking note of prize without...

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You're startin to feel lonely, the guilt is settin in, it's changing, you're only so strong as you portray, and now it's fading- into a red bubbling mess, boiling, rearranging into something new, indestructible and its paying- for the consequences, this guilt has no sympathy for dating- whether it's hells best friend, and heaven's clever liar it's all about the thoughts,...

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Mountains are immovable, defeating Except when worn by a mustard seed faith. Your love for me is transient, fleeting Gone so quickly, it is more like a wraith. You have too much love, like Henry the Eighth; There's ennui in your arms; death in your gaze. And she may be new, but you can't have baith. I believe this is only a...

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Mountains are immovable, defeating Except when worn by a mustard seed faith. Your love for me is transient, fleeting Gone so quickly, it is more like a wraith. You have too much love, like Henry the Eighth; There's ennui in your arms; death in your gaze. And she may be new, but you can't have baith. I believe this is only a...

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Celibacy Buxom spouse desired of most any man His love his life must nature wash away Voluptuous swaying hips man’s eyes scan His gaze into those hazel eyes doeth sway Fleshly desires it seems always that way Must man’s decay be...

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At crescent moon I see Artemis smile in eyes of blue; the laughing eyes of you. I look at you and lose my heart awhile as love reminds our souls we're one in two. In you I know my dreams are coming true, my senses lost within a flushing cheek, the touch where lips have left a rosy hue, my eyes have...

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T’is the season of jolly and such fun Ending a year and starting out brand new Others will be looking to the long run Uplifting many with words from a few Celebrating the new binding like glue Moving together with tag poetry Pot on the stove with Epulaeryu brew This stew is filled with great artistry T’is is just like cosmetic dentistry Brings a...

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