Category: Sonnet

Creative · Nature · Non-Fiction · Sonnet

Autumn, a Sonnet

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The amber leaves drift softly through the air,

Like whispered truths that time can now release,

Each branch, once full, stands dignified and bare,

A gentle yielding, offering quiet peace.

The days grow shorter, yet the twilight sings,

With golden light that settles in the trees;

A fleeting warmth that only autumn brings,

A tender farewell carried on the breeze.

The earth grows still, as wisdom takes its place,

In every falling leaf, a lesson clear:

That letting go can be a form of grace,

And endings are not always cause for fear.

For autumn shows, as all things must depart,

There’s beauty still in every closing heart.

Nature · Non-Fiction · Sonnet

Kissing Summer Goodbye

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The summer sun begins its slow descent,
As golden days give way to cooler nights,
The warmth that lingered, now begins its bent,
Toward autumn’s call, with softer, gentler lights.

The flowers fade, their vibrant colors waned,
The breezes change, a whisper of the fall,
And though the summer’s joy we have retained,
We know the time has come to heed the call.

So let us bid farewell with tender grace,
To sunsets long and days of endless blue,
For every season has its time, its place,
And now the earth prepares for something new.

Yet in our hearts, the summer will remain,
A memory to warm us through the rain.

Sonnet · Writing True

Love’s Immortality

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Our bodies may decay when we expire; but love remains. Winged, it touches hearts to sing.

In timeless realms where passion’s echoes sing,
Two hearts entwined, unbroken, ever true,
Through storm and calm, unyielding as the spring,
Their love endures with each dawn’s golden hue.

No force can sever bonds so deeply sown,
Nor time erode the vows in silence kept.
Eternal flames in darkest nights are shown,
In whispered dreams where endless hope has slept.

Across the ages, hand in hand they stride,
Defying fate and destiny’s cruel hand.
Together, bound by love’s eternal tide,
They stand as one, in unity they stand.

For in their souls, a symphony does play,
An undying love that never fades away.

Faith · Poetry · Sonnet · Writing True

Sonnet: To Thee Who Loves Me Just as Grand

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[The bright side of depression, in my case, is my renewed faith to our Creator. With all honesty, it was during that lowest point of my life, when I fully realized His love, grace, and compassion. That amid the severity of my health battles: I completed my degree, now working for a decent company and out of Rx—I truly feel so blessed. So, to Him be all the glory and praise! But in deep gratitude, I scribbled a sonnet (a little polished this time, having the iambic pentameter of abab cdcd efef gg), and all for this growing agape I have inside. Blessings to you all! Aloha kakou and mahalo nui everybody!]




I am somebody because you love me.
Yes, nobodiness . . . Emily’s business;
But immersed, to love you is my heart’s decree.
Yours is a masterpiece of quaintness.
Enduring, liberating, promising,
Divine, unconditional, eternal—
Yours and yours alone is everlasting!
Yours and yours alone . . . sovereign perpetual!
Perhaps I was at some point nobody.
Perhaps to some ears, . . . a ding, or a pop.
Perchance to some eyes, a blank, a void, Ye.
Perchance to some some, nothing but a dot.
_ But I vowed my head; I clasped my hands.
_ I heard you say you love me just as You’re Grand.