#petrarchan sonnets

[atrodonna]

Tried my hand at writing a Petrarchan sonnet. I had to translate from spanish to english so they may not coincide perfectly but still have the same idea.

Soneto I: En vergeles con flores de papel

En vergeles con flores de papel,

nubes mudas sin afán convidar.

Misterioso el vano trono en soñar;

bello, elevado ¡O, tramposo dosel!

Piso el vidrio bajo un carpanel,

bajo trilliza Hécate y su vigilar 

de luna, fuego y magia - soy secular.

Odio nace, extranjero al panel.

¿Osas injuriar la mía cordura?

Pesadillas vistas al conocer…

¡dejadme en el sueño poder vivir!

Bastante lleva el tiempo al mover;

cuando sufre y sufrimientos alegra 

y caminos abre sin ojos abrir. 

Sonnet I: Within the garden of paper flowers

Within the garden of paper flowers,

Clouds e’er mute of crave absent lo kindle.

Throne furtive vain in be, grail hast wrinkle;

hallow beaut— O, how thy veil devours!

Foot o’er glas beneath base arches bowers,

‘neath sight long to Hecate as triple

for moon, flame’d magick, my starry dwindle.

Abhorrent birthe estrange y-past growers.

Dost thou grave mine wits for turn in reason?

Knowing keens th’ visions whirling barrels…

Now, allow my visit to wee the sun!

Time will rip thr’ou sweep silence yol’ carol;

as suffering will suffer glee’s be done 

mine paths y-die to eye’s thieven’d verile. 

[sunsetmaiden]

Translation of poetry destroys the rhyme scheme and most everything else

[annabelle--cane]

I need to put palamedes in a blender. he doesn't even suck he's just so duke orsino brained. trying his best to be a nice honorable young man while being completely incapable of long term stable/equitable relationships with women and constantly killing himself about it. hmm wait maybe the paulening was already more or less equivalent to putting him in a blender. stay tuned.

[siddmarxxwellpryyor]

Blood

We suck their blood,

Straight from the veins,

Taking away their mortal chains,

We watch the bodies fall with a thud,

Why do we drink from their flood?

Watching them die in vain,

We're the monsters that they claim,

Draining them in the mud.

Oh, we drink because it's giving,

Watching the red sap run,

It enchants the mind.

Making us feel as though we're living,

That's all the fun,

Just for a second our world shall unwind.

-Sid Marxwell Pryor

[creatediana]

"A Sonnet on August 19th" - written 8/19/2024

[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 ©

[krenenbaker]

A Sonnet for a Knight

Eyes blue… no, pink? No, blue, steadily gaze, Surveying the land for possible threats. Hard work, though humbleness, always ablaze, But seeing the good which the world forgets.

You have such kindness set inside your heart Although it seems that you must always fight. Your gentle, calm nature sets you apart From others who also serve as a knight.

Protecting your family, and next king, While batt'ling yourself - your body, your mind. Working for harmony and peace to wing, And quietly showing a smile so kind.

It's true what I say, though it may sound bold: I believe Silver's more precious than gold.

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[flagellant]

Does that mean it's impossible to write a sonnet in anything other than English>

God, no. Shakespeare actually was appropriating Italian culture when he was writing sonnets. Petrarch was the original creator of the format.

[ivyvolturra-poetry]

Cursed By The Goddess (Petrarchan Sonnet)

You and I

Tick-tock ; the wall clock chimes

Hundreds , thousands - the count of our crimes

Oh , tell me why

We liked to make her cry

I stole all her rhymes

Maybe just a few million times

She got tired of us crossing all the lines

She floats up in the air

Is she the fairy princess ?

She waves her wand

Life has never been fair

Hated and cursed by the goddess

Our hourglass is running out of sand

-by ivy volturra

[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.

[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!

[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.

[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

[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.

[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.

[creatediana]

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