English SonnetsLyric poetry

A Gentle Death by Debbie Guzzi

Avenge me not, for death has been a friend And anger ill befits love's gentle wine.

All lovers true or not, must part, ascend: Rise, or fall, as life's trials their paths assign.

Still as bone, white as winter's snow my skin By candle light, one can almost see inside.

My hair a gossamer halo, so thin, My eyes, my blue eyes, still contain the tide.

I am your fair Persephone, your wife, bride, And soon I will return to you Hades

To rise born on cherry blossom tides; When in the earth, I can no longer bide.

Bless gentle Thanatos for his death sublime And Hypnos, as in sleep, I do recline.

Ghost Rider In Vegas by Andrea Dietrich He caught a ride to somewhere going nowhere;

first hopped inside a slowed-down limousine.

The driver felt a chill and turned to stare

at someone seated in the back unseen.

A new car’s scent; the passenger smelled nothing.

The seat of luxury he could not feel.

The driver then off-key began to sing to no one as he slowly tapped the wheel.

His passenger joined in and crooned unheard

that ancient tune “It was a very good year,”

his old blue eyes once clear becoming blurred,

and down his cheek there rolled a single tear.

Again compelled, the chauffeur turned his head –then saw a small spot where the tear was shed.

Sonnet on my Threadbare Love by Andrea Dietrich

My love is like a worker's gloves grown old. His hands are leather, roughened now with age

and years of work in weather hot and cold, yet through the many years, he has grown sage. . .

My love is like a builder's pair of boots. He's dusty and fatigued and still he walks while trailing mud, but now his attributes

shine through despite life's many stumbling blocks.

My love is like a pair of jeans much worn, a pair of socks with holes that have stayed warm.

Though time and all the trials he has borne have left him frayed, he wishes no one harm.

To write a beaming sonnet would not do, but threadbare love (in some ways) bests the new.

Kiss Mark of the Sun by Leonora GalintaWhen the sun sets and says its sweet goodbye,

It leaves an immense kiss mark on the sky, A promise that it’ll return tomorrow,

To take away all our fears and sorrow.

Its kiss mark is dappled with lavender, Birds hover above to feel its wonder,

The silhouettes of mountains and the trees, An art of prosperity, joy and peace.

Its kiss mark is in hue of pink and red, A fiery love of God sent with roses, Feel its tranquility and its warmness,

Panacea on worries that come ahead.

Crimson sky is the kiss mark of the sun, A dazzling beauty since the world begun.

*14 lines: 3 quatrains and a couplet*10 syllables per line*Rhyming pattern:

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