Sonnet Poems

When all the joys conspired to leave your heart, And turned all colors that you see to gray, Your dreams dissolved, each one, its every part, You were now strangers heading each your way; That road that faded on a

My love, speak not to me of yesterday, Of withered rose and long gone ecstasies, Neither of dreams nor joys that naught did stay, But of today, where starts new fantasies; If love must hold against Time’s adverse flow, Whilst

The scent of your embrace lingers behind After you left in pursuit of your star; It seems, it’s all I have of you to bind The memories to wherever you are; And soon, the nights will take longer to dawn,

As I rest and listen to this love song Oh! what a pleasant melody it brings Like a scented rose this season of spring! This love that I kept in heart for so long Since I have known her in

Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood, Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances, Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

Have you contrived, to deprive me of sleep, By way of smiles, and acts of sweet accord, To make me toss in bed, for meanings, deep, Which sowed between my heart and mind, discord? Have you, your ways conspired to

When joy has fled the confines of your heart, And to sadness is where you sally forth, Had you been queen, still nary could you thwart, The glum where even clowns can’t be of worth; Some solace you might find

Please promise not forever, not tonight, Remind me not a thing from yesterday, Today has joys for us both to delight, And places where we will feel best to be; So pledge me not the future yet to come, Nor

It’s Spring! How true that love like buds could bloom? This heart yearns for some tenderness and care So much to hope such magic can resume, There’s none to pose a greater risk to bear; Will now Persephone remember me,

Something is just not right, When I roam these places.. Only thing that’s in my sight; The same weary faces…. Indifference to what’s going on, Every where the same problem.. What we had it’s gone, And not even a trace

Hurt, broken and lied to, Just the way this world goes… How selfish people have become, Their actions alone shows… There might be a handful, Kind, caring and nice… But the pressure being intense, ‘Goodness’ pays its price… But still

Strong aural presence of our love pervades Our place of rendezvous despite the years, The past, or the recall of it, invades My peace with stark nostalgia that it bears; Can we forget the rose pressed to your face? When

I now see sadness on the pristine sand, In faded footprints, you have failed to make, More so that sands were once huge rocks, so grand, Before their fate, that only sands could take: To be the dunes, where dwell

Dear moon, please bring these thoughts to where she is, She yearns moonbeams when coming from your face, Please bounce to her when I would blow a kiss Across the sea, there to her flowered place; Do you tire of

My love, caress me only with thine eyes, And not with hands, so bare, where corn now grows, Or call to me as of brisk wind that blows, With thy damp breath which always brings the flies; Now, pour me

As fiery shooting stars blaze in the sky, Many must have gambled wishes right then, And if by chance, my love, too, watches by, Could she have wished to be with me again? As no limit curtails what heart oft

Bring me no more ambrosia, please, no more, Nor fill my cup, with sweet nectar to drink, Of Graces’ dances, spare me no encore, And Muses’ songs next time, not now, I think; Tell Apollo to mute his lyre today,

Time nary waits for us or for our love: Like rose that wilts, or song that can grow old, Or coals that glow like even stars above, But sooner fade or dim, and can grow cold; Not one thing stays;

Your charms, your charms, are figments dreams are made, I wish not to be gravely soaked therewith, Or else, I will be fool in love’s charade, That anyone would rightly guess forthwith; Is it folly to wait by Heaven’s door?

How I sought sleep to ward off thoughts of you At my door rapping, tapping, while I toss, Much like the raven of the Poet Poe, Or thoughts imploring of Lenore, his loss; The night had me, from cup of

A time to hear, a time to call above, A time for modesty, a time for fame, A time for anger, or a time for love, And time for love was that day when you came; Assigned to each, a

Does your fancy wander in the moonlight, To grace my sleep and loiter in my dreams? Since then, your memory usurped that right, Such that my very fantasies it creams; My musings all converge on your aspect, To leave just

How soon can you stop walking in my dreams, Though you lavish me there with everything, In dreams that make real what only seems, Awake a pauper, but in sleep a king With kingdom in the clouds that truly boasts

My love sent me a song so soft and sweet, Like melody that lulls babies to sleep, Hinting of angels in their dreams to meet, Assured in cradle of a mother’s keep; Like breeze that wafts, each note would float

I searched the darkness in my side of night, So marking stars strewn in the Milky Way, Now made familiar by my searchful sight, That no more in the cosmos could I stray; Or will a better chance come with

Come, we will lie among the petals strewn, To lit grass aglow with love we’ll share, Beneath the turf, what’s there, ask not the moon, Let the past give us the least of care; The wars that passed may still

I’ll gladly share Dreamland with you always, Not to reserve one bit for others’ use, But make its days smolder and nights ablaze, And keep each of us as love’s recluse; We’ll shut the storm from blowing through each spring,

My love touches no shivers down my spine. Inside her eyes I see no glint of sun; Not one tomorrow waited there in line. Her ways befit that of a disguised nun; Or she could be a rose, a briar

The flower that now captivates my heart, Become so fond of showing in my dreams, And oh, the sweet ruse that from there would start, Relates such dreamscapes of so lovely themes; Like fireworks that give memories their sheen, Excitement

The stars are countless, shining in the sky, My eyes just see, but only one each time, How this is so, I came to find out why, It’s all because of you, my love sublime; The very lone starlight in

Precious Moments Merit To Be Written, In poems kept under the best of care, Never again will such events happen, For Time nary remakes a past affair; Perhaps, I might reread those rhymes someday, That flaunt of sweet caress your

Oh rose, in which sweetness evolve my dreams, Aspiring boldly, praying to find ways, To live ideals, which a heart esteems, Which might last longer than expected days; So let the thorns by your charms be out-shined, Your bony stems

That song, so sweet, sweet music to my heart, Has played so many times to my delight, Or countless since the time my daydreams start, As they persist to also drone each night; It might occur that such a tune

The lines she wrote still linger in my mind, So full of care, caress and sweet regard, That when I sleep, in dreams, I still would find, Those very rhymes from such a lovely bard; The words though parted by

Black colors my days, it’s a waste of night, In raiment, very dark, it clothed my heart, For love dimmed, all the bright days are in flight, Dreams, too, it tainted, until they depart; Yet, nary is a picture with

Clear diamonds would regale, by being rare, In glints, beguiling, by the wearer’s hand; Hell conjures in many an envious stare, If but this gem been plenteous as sand; And yet raw quartz, may lay uncut for years, Which also

I watch the seagulls fly shouting your name, Should in your isle, you walk along the brine, Would you fancy to play this childish game, To hear bird cries to sound like name of mine? The moon reminds me of

How will I paint your smile, so mystical, I’m no Rembrandt or Michelangelo, Your voice, soothing and musical, I grope for notes, to strike the keys aglow; How can I save the imprints of your touch, Preserve endearing kiss-marks of

How do I start this journey to your heart? From charts or auguries for direction? Should thousand ships from port with me depart, Yet East or West, where lies your affection? As steepest slope, ravines or swiftest stream, May stand

My love, a kiss, now marks upon your neck, As love became territorial these days, Reminds me more than would the usual peck, True love, to strange lands never ever strays; Thereby I own your every love’s caress, Your thoughts,

Would four-leaf clover give me better luck?  A lot better than this forget-me-not?  But rose that in your book I once did tuck,  I never knew what destiny it got;  Shall I conspire with wind to sing your name?  Or

How soon Persephone would say goodbye, And leave her mantle, white upon the ground? My heart seeks not to know, nor reasons why, But makes the most while she is still around; How soon will friendly stars all disappear, When

The fragrance of Spring sweetly scents the air, And creeks are running full of melted snow, My eyes could not keep foolishly from glare, Of early morning sun’s radiating glow; More buds have opened up, aroused from sleep, To greet

Show me a rose more fair than what I have, And I’ll tell you, you searched throughout the lea For beauties that to weary eyes would salve, To find the one you flaunt as fairer be; Or trod the dawn

My rhymes now fill with mostly raving words, In lexicon of wonderment and praise Which heart with glowing adjectives affords, Where talks refer to how your charm portrays; No better attributes description holds, Than what admiring eyes could oft bestow

If you should leave me, leave me not a kiss, To make me think that you are still around, Or reminisce the days with you in bliss, And walk in midair, inches from the ground; Care not to even shake

When love remains as mere figment of dreams, Flimsy as silk, or webs that spiders spin, Yet serves us best, when life’s hard crust it creams, As joys, that might at times, been spread too thin; Such when a scent

Now here’s my bloody sonnet for today, A trifle for my daily exercise; It’s best I try to keep it light and gay, Tho’ truly I am full of heavy sighs. My muse has been holding himself aloof, Yet condescends

I remember the day you hugged me with all your might, Indescribable feelings and emotions subside; thing’s that I really cannot hide. It was during that night when I also hugged you tight, turning back time is all that I

Our tryst in time, a happenstance gone by, Went all so well and sweet, but very swift, My heart, in sorrow did nothing but cry, On rivers of its tears it’s now adrift; Short were those days, the sun made

I have witnessed your tears where autumn has grown Down into the dark deeps of your bantam eyes Final leaf was left behind when all we’re gone When Frost breeze have sing your last night’s cry Black outlined eyes of

I’ve contemplated sonnets long enough, And now I think I ought to have a stab; I’m not that sure about romantic stuff, But general this and that seems rather fab. Wordsworth’s general sonnets aren’t my thing, Although he’s written some

I bought a bouquet of rubies for Rose, I thought, ‘how they were young, so bloody red!’ I was in love with love, blinded from woes, A Fool to not see you’d rather me dead. But the day I bought

I’m practicing to write alternate rhyme, Heroic quatrains is the other name; I like the way the simple verses chime, And faintly echo like a song’s refrain. I took the air, rather hale and hearty, I thought I’d have a

O love, thy love is very beautiful Despite being far, it still beats in my heart Thy memories in me are plentiful That have held thou in me, to never part It’s been so long since I saw thy fair

I’ll let you know some things if I may, Like a captor addressing a prisoner to be. Words like ropes that do not fray, I am locking you in my poetry. It is selfish of me to hold you like

The tride says you reside here with my snow All of your brighest hair, been tarnished with rust You hardly knew I can discem your daisies grow Where your heart alone has fallen to my dust When the moon rages,

Read the Words Is it just me? Or do people not stop to read? A poem, sonnet or book, Are all worth a patient look. But with such busy lives, We become like bees at our hives. Coming and going,

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

Our own little world of words where we write and we read where we talk and we listen! Until all the dark turns to a light that glisten! Sometimes I do feel, There should be a door, That I can

Head bowed, hands folded, you stand at the edge of the only heaven to suffice, waiting for a small miracle to occur. Behind us steadfast petitioners pray. The long dense line from this morning has thinned to just these true

Moonlights without love, just a waste of moons, Loose, empty hugs, apt tunnels for the wind, Sand castles built upon the shifting dunes, Such sorry wastes, I’m hapless to rescind; A showy dress of living contents, nil, A lovely face,

Some moonlit nights have shone not very bright, This, sadly, I found to be so one day, Or was it one night, that held no delight, Could be because, love, you were not with me; Woe, this belief was augmented

First love I recall now, and I will hence, Like rain that came ahead of April’s norms, It wets us through, though deemed of no offense, And laced our days throughout the August storms; First things have always claimed in

My God, thanks for the love You brought my way, Also, for joys received as caring grows, Should harsher times make me recall this day, These too, become moments unfazed by woes; Thanks for the gardens made lush by Your

At times, when I, my lowly state assess, Find only much too small a feat to boast, And lesser still the wealth I do possess, Though now, away from youth my life would coast; High titles, I have none, and

The world’s a puzzle of inconvenience The members who inhabit it are worse than fallen angels Ghoulishness, fears, abhorrence are their manifest examples And for them there’s palpably nothing like repentance Rare, are the souls who proliferate forbearance As malicious

Breathes there my love, lovely as nymph of sea, Her cheeks rosy as skies of Summer morn, While sunsets glow as long as dusk would stay, She would radiate, long after stars are born; When nights are overcast, devoid of

Oh God, you amuse us, you are ever so funny You take pains to make our day warm and sunny; Then you give us the night, soft and soothing as honey Prolific gifts you give us, without charging a penny.

When gloom abides with me tenaciously, To sap my mirth off lame delights you left, I hang on threads, dangling precariously, So loveless now, even of hope, bereft: How could you have chastised with so much stripes, And walk me

I swear, intoxicated, I am not, Though high in spirits, but nary of wine, That kiss, that kiss, how soon have you forgot, Euphoria I could claim as rightly mine; As thousand angels sing in harmony, While Naiads bathe and

Rose for my love, the best that heaven owns, The fairest Earth could bloom beneath the skies, As tucked upon her hair instead of crowns, Bestows well what the lack of crowns denies; That wisp of cloudiness above her head,

You made ascent to high thresholds of dreams, Much higher than where angels dwell on wings, And all the cost of sleep your mirth redeems With sheer magic the near-experience brings; You fluttered in my every reverie, As though a

My love, you must know of a poem, sweet, As sweet as honey, which bees used to keep, Or kiss, that lovers share as means to greet, Or ecstasy of dreams in blissful sleep; The poem has no words, nor

Her touch has such softness I’m bound to miss, Light as a feather blown upon my face, To lay like lips with tenderest of kiss, That memory will always bear the trace; As stars of thousand longings are her eyes,

I must be dreaming when you called my name, In sweet refrain to which nothing compares, It sounded like a call from Hall of Fame, Nay, none that I know of, in boastful airs; What joy, the lilting of one’s

When trophies rained upon my neighbor’s yard, With not a trickle spilling on my lawn, Seems that misfortune fell on me so hard, Through nights of darkness without hints of dawn; Time pelted me with woes that I can’t shake,

Most flowery words are designed to gyp, Know that I shun such manner of discourse, My speech proceeds in truth without a slip, With words untainted, coming from the source; My love is as the sea that rides so high,

Should love be out of mind once out of sight? My love has heart that always beats for me, For close to it am I, holding her tight, I figured this from Grey’s Anatomy; I gave her chocolates: fit for

When Good Fortune Eludes A Caring Heart, And love, or lack thereof, causes a blight, The lovers sworn to vow that’s torn apart, Will hardly keep their joys from taking flight; Remembered tenderness of happier days, Intensifies the pains of

I have figured what is eternity, In longing, and boring hours of a day, Eternity could be anxiety, In half-second before a kiss would lay; Could love be measured in eternities? Does love subtract from life for lack of it?

Love dances in the glitter of her smile, Reflections of the promise in her eyes, Unfolding slowly, wishful to beguile, To give away what silence oft denies; Yet, words despoil the essence of the act; Is not a sigh enough

I know you hear me, but you answer not. I beg and scream: ‘Please, look into my eyes! ‘. Yet, silently, you scratch unopened skies. I wish I’d know your every hidden thought. I try to hug you, but you

I dream to kiss your smile and hold your sight, Neglect the night in favor of your touch, Forsake the world, to make this feeling right, And wonder between sighs why love is such; Like one held in cocoon of

When I, the passing night would now review, When you were in my arms, of love replete, And which by such, I could only construe, No other night transpired by half as sweet; The moon may have wasted its beams

She told me to move on, I was reluctant, But I needed to be gone…! I tried so hard to let go, And nothing was the same, As I was falling to my lowest low…!! A glimmer of hope, Shone

You loved me many years before we met, In corridors of past forgotten time, When many lifetimes proved certain our fate, As one destined for each other’s sweet rhyme; Events, fateful, have paved each trodden way, Not just by chance

My waking hours are now engulfed in dreams, Reality became a twilight maze, An interlude between silvery beams, And tropic sun’s scorching, hot, blinding blaze; As shroud of night darkens to shadows deep, And dark blue skies acquire a sleepy

The night that breeds dark clouds of rankling dolour Within azure sky of my mind’s great earth, Delusive affection of thine enlivened fervour, Of joy of life and lustre triggers dearth. Thou rememb’rest those fragrant ways trodden, Back i’th’ longest

You left a spectral smile that stalks my mind, To haunt my only niche in Time and Space, My every thought in reverie I find, Reminiscing your compassion and grace; You’ve gazed into my eyes, fathomed my soul, To bare