Among the green hills of life, lovers wed
Dawns pleasure colors flowers with sweet dew
Blessed wisdom weaves with eternal thread
The lifted veil shows eyes with sight anew
All true lasting love comes from art, not chance
While souls must sense each echo of the heart
Their moments move with sounds of rhythms dance
As kindness knits what cannot come apart
Passion's waterfall floods a flying bird
While love knows all knowledge seen through your eyes
silent pools will wait with no waste nor word
moments move clearly seeking sights sweet sighs
Gentle is the stream when soft breezes blow
And the smooth stream is smoother with loves flow
Dawns pleasure colors flowers with sweet dew
Blessed wisdom weaves with eternal thread
The lifted veil shows eyes with sight anew
All true lasting love comes from art, not chance
While souls must sense each echo of the heart
Their moments move with sounds of rhythms dance
As kindness knits what cannot come apart
Passion's waterfall floods a flying bird
While love knows all knowledge seen through your eyes
silent pools will wait with no waste nor word
moments move clearly seeking sights sweet sighs
Gentle is the stream when soft breezes blow
And the smooth stream is smoother with loves flow
Author notes
I have written this small poem to a kind man for his day. My small gift is given to reflect his kindness to me on-line. May God bless him with love as God has blessed him with a poets heart. Annie
Written January 22nd, 2006
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Shrubs, thank you for reading my try to write a sonnet. I appreciate your advise and agreed to change the phrase as you suggested. My best regards to you and your kind and helpful thoughts. Annie
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A wonderful expanse of words which are mixtured with the soft texture of your thoughts which flow serenely nay with a sublime sense and then when love is the muse,man becomes a poet,and when his heart breaks he becomes a philosopher
The poem over here is exquisite in its Shakespearean take and I love this form a lot..
Shubs
silent pools that wait with no waste nor word=silent pools wait with no waste nor word
If you remove "that" the poem flows more freely..a humble opinion -
Thank you Minto. This was my first try at a Sonnet. I really learned a lot I read Shakespeare again and other poets using this form. The counting of sylables and lines and form was very much a trial of error, and learning to try and keep the thought above the form, yet still contained by that form. I do not know how well I did. I wrote it for a marriage of a friend ,that did not take place. I guess( passions waterfall did drown the flying bird). All my best to you Annie
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quite a beatiful poem!! oh, the sweet honey of words.. and now i am bookmarking this. I believe the rhyming with "sighs" is my favorite part.
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Beautiful!
Annie this is just so beautiful...and what a wonderful gift! I'm sure it was greatly appreciated. You sure have a way with words..
debbie
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A sweet, sensitive, adorable poem you wrote here, adorned by the most beautiful gift a human being possesses: LOVE.
Hugs
JP
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