#petrarchan sonnet

[definegodliness]

Made to yield

What scorn has bedevilled your piercing gaze? My heart, so aching, wonders who's to blame That love — our love — must be an idle claim Malformed from eternity, to a phase; One lesson learned, and, callously, post-haste, To quit and join another lover's game, When ours was a joined core's tale to be same When different; holding hands in a mind's maze.

What death am I met with, beholding you At no perchance of piercing through your shield, As I am rendered but that slab of meat With which the flies for maggots would make do; As I am born to fight, and made to yield At two becoming one; When true loves Meet.

---

23-6-2023, M.A. Tempels ©

#petrarchan sonnet #poetry #fixed verse #poem

[creatediana]

“Teaching” - a Petrarchan sonnet written 4/24/2023

#2023 #education #sonnet #petrarchan sonnet #miltonic sonnet #iambic pentameter #iambic meter #form poetry #poets on tumblr

[daymarkist]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Time does not bring relief; you all have lied"

#edna st. vincent millay #time does not bring relief; you all have lied #american poetry #sonnet #petrarchan sonnet #grief #loss #love #poetry #light academia #dark academia #academia aesthetic #daymarkist #now reading

[eilinelsghost]

A Bitter Wine

Now that the @tolkienrsb 2023 collection is live, I can also finally share this sonnet I wrote as a treat for @wanderer-clarisse's lovely art of Eärendil and Elwing. This piece grabbed my imagination as soon as I saw it in the claims gallery and the poem had half-written itself before the end of the day. Thank you so much to @wanderer-clarisse for sharing your art with us and I'm so excited to see what you and your writer have put together for the main fic!

#trsb23 #trsb treats #eärendil #elwing #sonnet #petrarchan sonnet #my fic #silmarillion art #poetry

[livyamel]

There comes a day when summer's swallowed whole

to drown in blood she shed in winter's wrath;

Such dreams as these which paved her future's path

are only childish wishes fit for coal.

Evaporated scarlet renders null

The burning summer's blist'ring screaming laugh

As earthquakes ring on in her aftermath,

the blinding maw of August takes his toll.

O come, dear winter! Chase the light away;

Your with'ring hand and paralyzing breath

to slice the sky and darken blinding day.

The blood may turn to frost, the dreams to death,

And yet these trampled frozen roses lay

Alike a glitt'ring road of hope beneath.

#sonnet #Italian sonnet #petrarchan sonnet #why do so few words rhyme with path and wrath #blegh #poetry #yay #poem #art #writing #writers #frost #winter #summer #i didn't have any good winter photos #iambic pentameter #please don't mind the clunky wording #i usually write free verse

[nochd]

Naked I came into this world of flesh At the same door that's common to all birth, To find I could not walk upon the Earth Untrammelled by this clinging textile mesh. Reveal a human body, show afresh Its ordinariness in all its worth--- Society's horror, lust, and scornful mirth Make an obscenity of guiltless flesh.

No, I do not accept their useless shroud, Upheld by, and upholding, that old stern Deception whereby skin for sin is blamed. I'll push the boundaries of what's allowed, So future generations in their turn May then go naked and go unashamed.

#naturism #normalize nudity #a human body is a human being #poem #Petrarchan sonnet #acrostic #poetry

[deveril]

I want to tell you something about me,

About who I am, and what I believe,

So if you decide that you have to leave,

There will be no lingering mystery.

I am a man who loves with his whole heart,

Hopes for one love which will last forever,

Lives for the moments to give her pleasure,

And dies a little when we have to part.

I've never chosen to end an affair,

Though I've been left many times in the past;

For those now gone, I still have affection.

Each night alone I murmur a prayer,

Humbly asking for a love which will last,

For two lives joined in loving perfection.

— deveril

#poem #original poetry #petrarchan sonnet

[poetasterwaster]

Sonnet XVII

XX. (lie) A lie, ah, give to me again. You hate, you hate my lie indeed. A lie is bad? Or none will need? Would lies impair your heart in vain? A lie is not a crime insane. Are truths in any case correct? Could truths be just in all effect? Ne’er does a truth induce the bane? Which do you not want to select: A hearty lie, a hurtful truth? The lie offending you: disdain. The lie defending you: respect. It’s spite that hurts you heart in sooth. With love, hmm, tell me lies urbane.

#poetry #original poem #rhyme #sonnet #verse #original poetry #iambic tetrameter #Petrarchan sonnet #Even a lie becomes one truth if you stick it out to your grave

[apoemadaykeepsthehoesaway]

Remember

- Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

#Christina Rossetti #Petrarchan sonnet #love poem #poetry

[at-the-sign-of-the-fox-n-phoenix]

The Language of Flowers, Sonnet I - Heliotrope

I see your face, unbidd’n, unasked for; often, your beauty makes me cry; impossible is all this is; its unlikely you’ll come by. I don’t want love; it – and you – I’m entirely unprepared for. Promises made, promises broken, aching, longing for one promise kept, just one, to break the desert-soul’s long dry spell; one moment’s truth prov’d with hearts on high - the desert blooming; a visible cacophony I’d die for.

Perhaps the promise made is meant; perhaps hope is possible with you – your arrival the only proof, the only evidence that won’t elicit ‘nope’ from this old heart and it’s habit of being a dope for love. I know I’ll take a sucker punch – oof! yet, still, I treasure the promise, and in reply, offer heliotrope. [ THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER SONNET ATTEMPT.  i HAVE NOW WRITTEN OTHERS AND THEY ARE MUCH BETTER AT FITTING IN THE CONSTRAINTS OF THE SONNET FORM. ]

#original poem #by Phoenix M.T. Noah #Petrarchan Sonnet #Language of Flowers #Heliotrope #by M.T. Noah #by M.T.Noah #Poetryblr #Love in the REBLOG!

[eyos-interlude]

Stygian Skin

Curves of a vine adorned with berries pink.

Teeth stained crimson, residue of neglect,

Corpse of a dead god, loved in retrospect.

I, embittered monster, claws stained with ink.

Acolyte of flesh; worshippers rethink.

Bones bedecked in rind; lovers resurrect.

I, Medusa, convicted to protect

My gorgon sisters: their soft skin black zinc.

Unfettered by eyes of expectation,

Devotees contort as tradition dies.

Idolization of love; canines freed.

I am not a monster, but a woman.

Loved by the chosen – those with precious eyes –

The velvet of my blessed skin: envied.

- me

#mine #poetry #petrarch #sonnet #greek mythology #greek myth aesthetic #greek myth poetry #blackgirlmagic #black woman writer #black woman appreciation #THIS IS ABOUT BLACK WOMEN #colorism #kill it #petrarchan sonnet

[definegodliness]

Sharne

The alabaster market square was strewn With black rose petals, wilting under sun Pathetically from stem and thorn undone To suit the bloodless prostrate opportune; Those, who procumbently exalt the moon As if the nightly sky they choose to shun Had not in voidlike umbra shaped the one Who shines in ache to never turn immune.

So dare I see your presence on this earth, Half here and then half anywhere but here; A waxing waning through the lasting night, Refined by death and life, and each rebirth, Negated through a Pharisee's shaped fear; Evinced by you and your love's lasting light.

--- 14-2-2023, M.A. Tempels © “... written for and inspired by @midnightxmasquerade.”

#petrarchan sonnet #for Sharne #♥

[creatediana]

"Here a Lamb" - a Petrarchan sonnet written 9/12/2023

#2023 #sonnet #petrarchan sonnet #iambic meter #iambic pentameter #form poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #pastiche poetry #metaphor

[michellegflye]

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 22, "Success is a planned event"

Today I decided to try a different kind of sonnet. I’ve always been fond of Shakespearean sonnets, but today I opted for a Petrarchan sonnet. I’m not certain I’ve mastered it, although I do have two to share. The rhyme scheme is easy enough to follow (I used ABBA ABBA CDE CDE in the first one, ABBA ABBA CDC CDC in the second.) It’s the theme that somewhat escapes me. The first was inspired by…

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#fortune cookie #love #magic #National Poetry Month #Petrarchan sonnet #photography #poem #poetry #romance #sonnet #writing

[peaamlipoetrydoctor]

Today I Walked With So Much Death

I touched this memory – breath became air –

time capsule for his child, a paper plane –

life in the day of a lonely old man…

caged into a routine they used to share,

traces of that lost life/love everywhere –

no way to reconnect until he can –

fruit pulp soaking the soil where life began –

Dostoyevsky trembling – reprieved – in the square –

And where would I go with this, if I could?

Endure with turtles? Fizzle like fireflies?

Sew soul to atoms – follow as they flood

the biome and, re-hosted, re-arise?

I’ll linger here, flesh pilgrim, powered by blood

and gossip – consciousness, my prize.

Today's prompt (for Day 18) was about who you might want to be if you were someone or something else - the first poem was about coming back as a tomato and that led me to thinking about resetting after death and well TLDR I decided to hang on here instead.

Here are some of the influences that happened across my inbox as I was considering what to write about - I think you might see why it is that thoughts of mortality began to seep in...

Also, [still] on a sombre, serious note, I read with sadness on X-formerly-known-as-Twitter that Caitlin Thomas, much loved daughter of Michael and Lynne Thomas, died yesterday at 21, of the LT complications of living with Aicardi Syndrome. RIP.

And - with thanks to Cutting Hail of this year's Napowrimo gang and also today's featured poet for a poem arising from a Pink Martini song -

#poetry #poetic #napowrimo #sonnet #petrarchan sonnet #mortality #after death #Youtube

[kittiekilla]

Spare me your tears

but leave me your heart

all things must fall apart

these memories are dear

and though i won’t be near

these lessons are for us to impart

what’s left is a work of art

worthy for Shakespeare

i act accordingly

can’t drown if i’m on land

i’m wary of how this ends

“goodbye”, I said coldly

even if i’m at the mercy of your hand

lover, you won’t be condemned

#my poem #sonnet #star crossed lovers #petrarchan sonnet #rhyme scheme