It turns out it's been a busy summer for writing sonnets, here are some more which I hope you enjoy.
"Eibsee's Jewel"
Nestled in the arms of towering peaks,
A mirror forged from whispering sighs,
Emerald cloaked in aquamarine streaks,
A hidden gem beneath the vast blue skies.
With each soft ripple, secrets start to gleam,
The mountains bow to their reflected grace;
In twilight’s hush, it holds a sacred dream,
Where time stands still and cares embrace.
O wandering hearts that seek this tranquil space,
Discover joy beneath its brilliant hue;
For every glance unveils a warm embrace:
Nature’s canvas painted fresh and true.
So wander near where mountain shadows sleep,
In Eibsee's splendour find your soul at peace.
...
In the hush of dawn, where shadows dwell,
The kingfisher darts like a whispered breeze,
Silent killer with grace, under water’s spell,
One dive and the river's secrets freeze.
Feathered enigma in rainbow attire,
A prism slicing through morning's embrace;
Each plunge ignites a spark of rainbow fire,
Nature’s artist painting stillness with haste.
Light as a feather in azure skies blue,
With every heartbeat cloaked in stealthy flight;
Eyes sharp like daggers cut daylight anew,
A blur of brilliance that dances with light.
Majesty concealed in your fleeting arc;
An echo of beauty carved deep in the dark.
...
Birthdays far apart
In distant lands where mountains touch the sky,
Through valleys deep, by lakes with silver sheen,
You wander free, the world your only tie,
Each forest whispers secrets yet unseen.
Independent heart in nature's wide embrace,
The trails unfold like stories yet untold;
With every step you find a sacred space,
Yet here with me your birthday joys grow cold.
For even as the sun ignites the day,
And wildflowers bloom, bright beneath your feet,
Birthday songs get lost whilst you're away,
But this melody, time cannot defeat.
So on this journey, if slow or fast of pace,
I cheer you on, though life is not a race.
...
In shadows cast by mountains, I am known,
The whispers of the peaks call gentle, sweet;
Their rugged spires hold tales that I’ve outgrown,
Yet linger here within my heart’s retreat.
Goodbyes bittersweet as daylight wanes,
Cause temperature to drop on halcyon days;
Each sigh carries echoes of soft refrains,
Fleeting moments dance through life without delays.
Indelible marks etched deep, a scarlet flame,
Memories flicker in twilight's embrace;
These scars are reminders, do not play the game,
Woven into the inmost fabric of this place.
So let me wander, where the cold winds blow,
For even in farewell, love’s embers glow.
...
In shadows thick, amidst ordinary lives,
Untold graces, whisper in the night,
Bare winter trees bear secrets to the skies,
Their branches trembling, with a dormant light.
By firelight’s dance, their silent song ascends,
A melody of all that was sadly left behind;
Within the dark earth, footprints of lost friends,
Impressions now woven, deep within my mind.
Grief lingers soft, as morning's tender mist,
Clinging to heartbeats, where the silence stirs;
Forgiving all that time, can no longer resist,
The echoes linger still, amidst lifelong purrs.
So let us find our beauty, within our own despair,
For in each shadowed grace, is true love laid bare.
...
The loneliest girl who lived in her days,
Spent her nights, with eyes cast to the sky,
Under blue sturgeon moon, she sought out her ways,
Earth’s whispered darkness, a balance, a sigh.
Titans of summer, their dreams now shipwrecked,
On starships lost, within chaos’ embrace;
Planets spin tales of what once was checked,
While stars weave secrets in their eternal chase.
In spirals of thought, that loop through the cosmos,
She chronicles shadows and shimmering light,
Each glimmer a pulse from such far off places,
A tug on her heart, a sense just out of sight.
Yet still she remains beneath celestial tides,
Wishing for solace among endless divides.
...
Whispers of Wildflowers
At the dawning of the day, where shadows blend with light,
Poppies stretch their arms to cradle the sun's embrace,
Whispers rise in petals, a symphony of delight,
Healing whispers drift, upon soft winds' lost trace.
Daffodils nod softly, golden lanterns aglow,
With every sway and shimmer, weaving tales untold;
Daisies dance in laughter, where hopeful hearts sow,
Their simple elegance, a balm worth more than gold.
Violets hum quiet secrets, through twilight’s caress,
Roses wrap affection in velvety shades so bright;
Arnica guards our scars while chamomile seeks your rest,
Cornflower wears calmness, like robes spun from night.
Marigolds glimmer, through fields bathed in grace;
In wild blooms we find solace and love’s tender embrace.
...
In the hush of dawn, where whispers meet the tide,
Demure she stands, a silhouette in light,
Her gentle spirit sways with ocean’s pride,
Yet storms within her churn and dance at night.
Fierce winds awaken dreams of salt and spray,
The waves crash close like secrets on her shore.
Beneath soft skies that shimmer silver-grey,
A hidden strength ebbs from the ocean floor.
As clouds gather thick with unvoiced desire,
She gazes out through misty veils of weather,
A tempest borne from calm ignites the fire,
On breezy sands she wears her armoured feather.
Demure but fierce; an echo in our hearts,
A shoreline made by nature’s arts and parts.
...
In the garden where voices gently intertwine,
Hope blooms bright, a sunflower stretching to the sun.
Not hate’s shadow, but love’s embrace divine,
A tapestry woven where all hearts can run.
Let peace love us, like gentle autumn air,
While whispers of kindness ripple through a crowd.
We gather in harmony, lifting burdens we share,
Listening more than speaking; under one sky, proud.
With open hands and spirits unconfined,
Giving freely, from our gardens full of grace;
In this vibrant mosaic of every kind,
Together we rise in a warm-hearted space.
For when we hear of love, we hope anew,
Community thrives where diversity grew.
...
In the heart of the wild, where beauties bloom,
We pitched our tent with our hopes on soft earth,
Then clouds rolled in, their faces threatening doom,
The sun’s joyful smile; slowly lost its mirth.
Thunder rumbled, a giant’s fierce roar,
A deluge fell, each drop a laughing cry.
Our fabric shelter, now shook to its core,
As puddles danced, beneath a leaden sky.
With every splash, came heavy resignation;
We searched for humour, in chaos unbound:
An ark made from random gear and inflation,
Our soggy kingdom on flood-tossed ground.
And as we surrendered to nature's jest,
Our spirits unbroken, we retained our zest.
…
In the Absence of Light
In shadows deep, where silence finds its grace,
The absence of light becomes a whispered song.
Owls serenade the night with quiet embrace,
Their wings like cloaks in darkness, soft and strong.
Sapphire moonbeams glint on feathers fine,
Yearning for cloudbursts dancing through the void;
While slumber’s veil envelops dreams entwined,
Peridot eyes gleam as night's secrets are ployed.
Eternal whispers echo through their flight,
Each pulse of air a blessing wrapped up still;
Guided by instincts sharp as stars at night,
They navigate heartbeats soft beneath time's chill.
So let them feast upon these midnight streams,
For in this darkened realm lie woven dreams.
...
In sunlight's shards, I see your echoed grace,
Through sequoia whispers, ancient paths remind.
My soul in bloom with all the moments traced,
Can my heart hold all the weight assigned?
The flood of yearning swells beyond its seams,
Tear fed streams hold secrets through the storm;
While mourning doves serenade with long lost dreams,
Their coos remind of love no longer worn.
This burden weighs like branches overhead,
Patience wrapped around each gentle sigh;
Each breath a prayer for paths that lie ahead,
Whilst shadows linger where our spirits fly.
In every fragment glinting in the light,
I remember you, through day and into night.
...
In shadows deep, where earthly hopes entwine,
Dreams float like paper boats on waves of words;
They drift and fade in depths that intertwine,
Reality's embrace soaring with the birds.
Yet threads of kindness swirl, a bright cascade,
Like confetti caught in summer sunlit grace;
Each quiet act a promise gently laid,
A comfort sewing smiles upon each face.
Melodies ring across the vast expanse,
Where stars converse in whispers soft as night;
The ocean's voice sings lullabies, a dance,
Echoes of love that shimmer with pure light.
Though tempests rise and drown our sacred schemes,
Hope flickers still, within the heart’s great dreams.
...
In midnight’s embrace, we chase a dream,
A beautiful misery, softly sings.
Hymn for the heart, flowing like a stream,
While wishes swirl jars, such fragile things.
Hiding in the sun, where shadows play,
We exist in waves of time's gentle hug;
Beaches tells secrets, they swing and sway,
As sea shells tell stories beneath foam's tug.
Sunset love ignites our souls’ to flight,
A steady tide drawing hearts ever near;
Summer storms crash with an untamed delight,
Ethereal echoes repeat what we fear.
Carefully caressing clouds draped in blue;
Together we'll voyage where stars are true.
...
Caught in a hurricane of rose petals,
swirling in a tiered sky of shimmering dreams,
We dance through whispers of fragrant colours,
Each petal a memory soft as moonbeams.
Bioluminescent souls carved from the night,
full of oceanic promise and unseen tides,
We navigate depths where dark waters ignite;
the pulse of adventure forever abides.
In this whirlwind embrace, we lose all control,
torn between chaos and beauty’s sweet reign.
Yet within the storm dwells an infinite goal:
to cradle tomorrow so no love is in vain.
Let us whirl freely, on breezes untamed,
for here in this moment, our spirits are named.
...
In laughter's glow, the minutes slip like sand,
Each moment dancing brightly at our feet;
Time races forward, hand in hopeful hand,
Swift as heartbeats whilst great joys compete.
But shadows stretch when sorrow walks beside,
A clock that ticks more slowly with each breath;
Seconds drag like echoes trying to hide,
Mourning's spark within the shadow of death.
Yet what is time but waves upon a shore?
Crests that rise and fall in rhythms held dear;
In joy’s embrace or grief’s profound uproar,
We grasp its passage, age old truth laid clear.
With every fleeting smile or tearful sigh,
Time bends it's will, like love it can’t deny.
...
Beyond the Podium:
A Ballad for the Olympics and Paralympics
On Paris nights the river gleams,
A city bright with dreams aligned,
Athletes gathered with common themes,
Chasing glory through grit and grind.
Stadiums pulse as hopes ignite,
With sweat and tears woven tight;
Each leap and throw a dance of grace,
In every struggle, they find their place.
The flame ascends, a beacon bright,
Not just for gold, but shared delight;
Behind each medal’s shining hue,
Are stories stitched by just a few.
Through trials faced on fields of green,
In every fall and rise unseen;
Competition fierce, but rivals know,
That bonds are forged that help them grow.
Though eyes may seek the crown so fair,
It’s joy that lingers in the air;
For every cheer that breaks the night,
Reminds us all we're part of light.
Together at this fest they've made,
No one defined by games they've played.
They share a bond amidst the race,
Embracing strength in shared embrace.
Olympic spirit binds them high,
Underneath one massive sky;
Every heartbeat sings it's part,
When participation fills their heart.
So run with courage towards your dream!
Supported by the human team,
For life is better not alone:
As hand in hand we're called back home.
Let history write what’s truly grand:
That home within each vibrant land:
It’s not the trophies lined to see;
But how we cherish unity.
In Paris' arms let memories swell,
Where tales unfold, the triumphs tell
That in each heart lies victory true,
It's not about winning, hope starts with you!
...
In the tapestry of voices, we find our thread,
A chorus rising, where hearts intertwine.
Across borders drawn by hands of dread,
We weave a community, your hand in mine.
Listen closely; each story whispers true,
Lessons hidden in laughter and pain.
Love for your neighbor shines through the hue,
Compassion blooms even amidst the rain.
Hope not hate; let understanding sprout,
Our lives are woven with delicate care.
With open arms, we can reach throughout,
Embrace the many who wander and share.
Connected as one under vast skies above,
In unity’s strength lies the power of love.
...
In quiet moments where the sea meets sky
Palm trees sway, their dance a whispered prayer
Breathe deeply, feel the salty breeze pass by
Mindfulness wrapped in the sun’s gentle glare
A sandy shore calls forth dreams yet untold
Each wave a reminder to pause and reflect
Colours of rainbows weave tales brave and bold
An invitation to tenderly connect
Holiday hymns echo through tranquil air
The rhythm of nature sings peace to my core
With every tide that washes away despair
I uncover treasures I never knew before
So let me dwell here where heartbeats align
In this sacred space, my spirit can shine
...
Ode to the rising dawn, your light unspools,
Memories drift like echoes on the cliff's edge,
Where summer’s sumptuous serenade gently pools,
A forgotten promise in each golden pledge.
With amethyst heatwaves weaving through the air,
Midsummer meteors tease the velvet sky;
I stand beneath aromatic shade laid bare,
And let my spirit soar as night bids goodbye.
In this stillness, I become my only muse,
Crafting melodies from whispers of time;
Music is medicine, a soothing balm I choose,
To heal and hold me in rhythm and rhyme.
Now as day breaks forth with colours warm,
I embrace dawn’s glow, singing for us all.
...
In landslide's grip, threadbare dreams now fray,
Tattered whispers drift through dusty veils,
A blissful stillness in the twilight sway,
Where unfettered feelings paint the ancient trails.
My soul finds sanctuary in shadow’s grace,
Malfunctioning thoughts weave a silent prayer;
Pensive echoes whisper soft as lace,
Awestruck again beneath night's tender stare.
Though chaos reigns and fortunes bend and break,
Each crumbled rock holds stories yet untold;
In fractured beauty lies what hearts can take,
From losses learned, new hopes begin to mold.
So let the landslide carve its winding way;
Within the wreckage blooms a brighter day.
...
In hidden paths where starlit whispers weave,
A slow dance wraps us ’neath the moon's soft gaze,
Each heartbeat echoes with a tender heave,
As night unfolds its parchment filled with days.
Caught in the rhythm of our daily grind,
We seek adventure ‘midst familiar halls;
Yet through the mundane, dreams may intertwine,
Creating wonders in these timeless walls.
With each small moment built like Lego toys,
We craft a world from memories anew,
Acres of forever swell with silent joys,
Where love shapes all we were and still pursue.
Let this luminous journey now unfurl,
For in your eyes lies my entire world.
...
In summer’s tongue, a symphony unleashed,
Where sunlight dances on the golden leaves,
I craft my world where joy is never ceased,
A mellifluous muse that whispers then flees.
Cradled by warmth, with laughter in the air,
The shadows stretch beneath a silver moon.
Eyes aflame with every moment rare,
In twilight’s hush our hearts are attuned.
Let me create this realm of vivid hue;
With each bright ray and star studded night spun,
Here hope ignites; the ordinary renews,
As echoes linger long when day is done.
Embrace the language woven from delight,
My soul shines forth in radiant flight.
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