Roses Thorn (Sonnet)

Roses thorn–savage call,
Reminds how fragile thy love.
Thy bloodless drop of tears they fall,
Tainting thy ivory dove.

In sorrow, my sorrow I beg repent,
Thy pain hast no place in my heart.
I pray to God relief be sent,
Promise never again to take part.

On bended knee I pray thou forgive,
I never meant to perpetrate such pain.
Promise do I for as long as I live,
Or be damned to eternity of shame.

Dearest Rose, beautiful Rose, my thorns I know I must quell.
Revealing my heart to thee who must know, or forever be banished to hell.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Pondering The Path Of My Oft Written Word (Sonnet)

Pondering the path of my oft written word,

So much of my ink reeks of despair.

Wallowing in pity and the ills of this world,

Finding negativity to be very unfair.

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Feeding and nurturing causes nothing but harm,

Perpetuating sadness to a greater degree.

Raising awareness and causing alarm,

Missing the good in all that I see.

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Regret fills my heart for its adverse contribution,

Changing its path is my journey of life.

Believing in love instead of divine retribution,

Destined for virtue not sorrow and strife.

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Sustaining the horrors of this world denies change,

Perpetual harm and devastation does it arrange.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Are You Really?

Often said,

Seldom meant.

A hair trigger response,

Blanketing indiscretions small and large,

Nearly meaningless,

Just another five letter word,

‘Til trapped in your web of lies.

Only then is it given weight,

Not because you mean it,

But because you’ve been caught!

…Sorry.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~