The Sonneteers

The Evolution of XIV

Everything changes over time, and so it is with XIV. This site will still contain all forms of structured poetry, but will now have a special section for the sonnets. Only three styles of sonnet will be posted in this section; Petrarchan, Shakespearean and Spenserian. For those of you who wish to try your hand at these styles, we will also be including tutorials and discussions.

Prepare for the sonnet revival!

So Long As You Can See

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
A wretched self beside an evil thorn,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Got lost in time with rush of ecstasy;
Attracted by the shades that I have worn,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see.

One day no doubt your ties will be cut free:
We’ll know how much of I, thy did adorn —
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Commit to all our sins; a guilty plea —
And save us both from ridicule and scorn
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see.

If love did not exist this blood must be
The many shades of me that you have torn;
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Agreement we shall make of love decree
Amidst our sins a child that we’ll see born
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

©Alima J Oct 2017
Shakespeare sonnet inspired: villanelle

Within the storm…

Within the storm I feel your tender touch,
The sweetness of your words encase my heart,
So deep within the darkness that I clutch
Your words; in hope I shall not fall apart.
If I could whisper soft upon the breeze
And tell you of the love I hold inside,
I’d kiss your hands and fall upon my knees
And know there is no need for me to hide.
For even though I yield a broken soul,
My lashes often wet from all the tears,
But in your eyes I see myself as whole,
With sweetest love you’ve taken all my fears.
 If I could gift you anything with love,
 I’d give to you my wishes from above.
 
©Elusive Me
2 April 2016

Dear Lord…

Inside I feel I’m just a little girl,
Who dreams of happy endings to come true,
He causes butterflies to gently swirl,
And on my knees I pray this wish of you.
Dear Lord, don’t let my heart break from dispair,
Move mountains so he knocks upon my door,
I need a heart that’s strong to truly care,
I need a heart to love and so much more.
He needs to be my knight, with pen for sword,
He needs to have a truthful tongue to speak,
To whisper all his wishes to you Lord,
So prayers can be fulfilled for all we seek,
 He needs to need to love, to give his best,
 But most of all he needs a hairy chest.
 
©Elusive Me  
9May2017