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Shakespeare's sonnet
I really love the quiet.
My creativity and I can meet.
If quiet had a price, I would buy it.
Like lemonade in the summer, it is sweet.
But the thing I hate,
In the quiet comes silence.
It allows my thoughts create
A world full of hurt and violence.
My mind travels too far,
Away past my line of sight.
Like the horizon being chased by a car.
I struggle to hold on to the last of my light.
I try to escape the dark,
But it isn’t a walk in the park.
Sonnet of Unrequited Love
I wonder if you see the stars a lot,
for if you did then you might see my face
in constellations galaxies had brought
to you, a moment seemingly erased.
But what has come from sitting here alone?
The mirrored night does fade into the sky;
I built a castle out of clouds: a throne
you cannot reach for you still cannot fly.
These playground flowers follow solemn chants—
no time to leave childish things behind.
For if I do, a madness comes in rants
of love I never had but hope to find.
So take these crooked palms that hold my heart,
and if they beat in time, we’re counterparts.
~King Best
Hath, yet, thee found on toilsome, trembling ground
a path thy moving feet may walk in earn’st;
whereinsofar thy nature circleth round
by brash and blindly pathing, here, thou durn’st
Would’st thence by hearken unto chiming bells
of holiest incumbent owner’s place
thine acrimony in thy bespoke hell
of handed, wrought creation be erased
Could’st in transcending evanescent sight,
to see the world erode in passing tides,
the soul bestowed but lost in darkest night,
there come again to sit where mind resides
When heart resounds in union with the eyes,
and salubrious joy might be restored,
there dissipate egoic source’s lies;
by life, may life again become adored
Subsist in thine existence, whose intake
should evermore sustain the thirsting heart
Forever curiosity be slaked
by mindful making of the soulful art
Let Nature Be
In ev’ry sprawling scene, thine eyes intake, by boundless beauty of the world, sustained. To drink of Mother Nature’s purest make and thus inspire the mind to live again!
By songs beget and poetry, returned to beautify the world we’ve come to claim; yet, ever in our conquest has it burned til nought but ashen sorrow doth remain.
As is our destiny in manifest to life belied by souls’ unending glut; to nature’s grand expanse, therefore invest or from our very essence we’ll be cut.
Lest human nature end humanity for all and nature’s sake, let nature be!
C'était un samedi pluvieux de septembre
C'était un samedi pluvieux de septembre
Je travaillais à la bibliothèque
La mélancolie m enserrait à coeur-fendre
Et l ennui me courbait la tête
Tant de mondes merveilleux m appelaient
Sous leurs couvertures chatoyantes
Je restais là à surveiller
De mornes présences adolescentes
Plutôt que de chercher l oubli
Des heures, du thé froid et des rêves morts
J aurais voulu exister moi aussi
Dans les pages d un roman de fantasy
Dans les bras d un.e amoureux.se transi.e
Ou dans un endroit qui n existe pas encore.
- Mathilde Fauve
Eclaircie jurassienne
Le soleil pointe son nez
Les sonnailles tintent dans le lointain
L air du soir embaume le frais
Je me promène au jardin
La brume sur les sapins
S élève en broderies effilochées
Je salue les voisins
Qui discutent sur le palier
Le ruisseau éclabousse les fourrés
Une queue rousse pépie sur le mur effondré
On se croirait le matin
La pluie nous a apporté
La féerie de la rosée
Dans un crépuscule serein
- Mathilde Fauve
Ah, now this was easier to find because this sonnet & Sonnet 130 are probably the most popular Shakespearean sonnets. This is just the actual sonnet, though. I'll have to look for an analysis of this sonnet somewhere else. 😕 Still, this is a good resource that you can refer to if you don't have a physical copy readily available.
Sonnet XVIII
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed ;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed ;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Text of Sonnet 75 of the Amoretti sonnet sequence by Edmund Spenser. You can also listen to Susan Sarandon reading this sonnet if you visit the link above! A critical analysis of this sonnet can be found here .
“Amoretti: Sonnet 75” by Edmund Spenser (read by Susan Sarandon)
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
“Vain man,” said she, “that dost in vain assay, A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise.”
“Not so,” (quod I) “let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your vertues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where whenas death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.”
Source: The Poets’ Corner
Imagine Your Favorite Character
Imagine your favorite character surprise you random throughout the day by reciting poetry to you, the first moment they see you in the day, perhaps when your working on something, or just whenever. And when you feel somewhat low or down they come over reciting a sonnet about how wonderful you are.
The Corrupt Eagle
The question surfaced when the first tank rolled in,
To fight back or let the Third Reich reign supreme?
To fight back would bring more force from Berlin,
But to submit would ruin the next generation’s dream.
The crooked cross loomed over my city, oppression
Weighed down on my shoulders, they were so strong.
How was one person going to break the suppression?
Maybe I should accept the new rule, just play along.
Blend in, stay out of sight, and don’t cause trouble.
The piercing gaze of the eagle made my heart
Fill with fear. They were turning my city to rubble,
And I just had my will that was crumbling apart.
But news of giants awakening to devour
the eagle, I realized I didn't need to cower.
4000 Miles
I never thought I would find a strong friendship
With someone who lives 4000 miles away.
Someone who I think about every day.
Who I wish to hold hands with, grip in grip.
But to do so, I’d need more than a steamship,
Sadly the Atlantic Ocean is in the way.
The U.S. to Holland is a long way to stray,
But I’d do it in a heartbeat, make the long trip.
It will be expensive, but now its showtime,
Because his loveable self and happy smiles
Are worth the struggle. I will save every dime
I find and make the trek of 4000 miles,
Because I’m willing to spend all my time,
So I can rest with him after the trials.
Questions for the Boy Who Brushed the Sun
To he who tried to fly beyond the sky, I will always wonder what you had seen? In those moments before you came to die. Did you think too much of father’s machine? What was it like to try and touch the sun? What were the things you would have tried to change? Were you engaging in some childish fun? Or were you treating the sky as your stage? As you fell and were scorched by wax and wind, Did fear consume you? Or did you embrace The fall, because some will say that you grinned. The stories say, “he tried to reach for space.” But, I will seek my answers, nonetheless. How can I avoid your same recklessness?
so...yeah. I wrote a Shakespearean Sonnet about Icarus.
An aesthetic board that I made for my sonnet Questions for the Boy Who Brushed the Sun. A sonnet I wrote about Icarus. I am in love with how this looks and hope you enjoy it!
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Poem: I lik the form
My naym is pome / and lo my form is fix’d Tho peepel say / that structure is a jail I am my best / when formats are not mix’d Wen poits play / subversions often fail
Stik out their toung / to rebel with no cause At ruls and norms / In ignorance they call: My words are free / Defying lit'rate laws To lik the forms / brings ruin on us all
A sonnet I / the noblest lit'rate verse And ruls me bind / to paths that Shakespeare paved Iambic fot / allusions well dispersed On my behind / I stately sit and wave
You think me tame / Fenced-in and penned / bespelled I bide my time / I twist the end / like hell
* “lik” should be read as “lick”, not “like”. In general, the initial section on each line should be read sort of phonetically.
Written for World Poetry Day, March 21, 2018. When I had this idea earlier today, I thought it was the worst, most faux hip pretentious idea for a shallow demonstration of empty wordsmithing skill in poetry ever. So I had to try to write it. I mean, how often do you get to fuse the iambic dimeter of bredlik - one of the newest and most exciting verse forms - with the stately iambic pentameter of the classic sonnet?
Pulling a Shakespeare and rhyming endly with friendly because I’m out of brain cells.
aratcoriel asked: The moment the 9th Doctor sees the dalek for the first time in the episode “Dalek”. Probably my favourite moment of all the series. Sonnet.
A creature in the dark, alone, afraid; A soulless killer rightly held in chains. The two combined, my sanity betrayed, As all my sacrifice is now in vain. Yet what are you, if killing plays coquette? The great space dustbin, powerless and frail! You’re nothing! Naught but words and empty threats; You wait for orders, but to no avail. Your race is dead! Mine, too, was burned alive. I killed them all, and live to bear my shame; But kill you now, I will, while I survive, The coward and the monster, one and same. “Have pity!” is the Dalek’s toothless cry; You showed me none, so why, I ask, should I?
poetryondemand:
SHALL I COM-PARE THEE TO THE SOUND OF PAIN A HUN-DRED HU-MANS TO EX-TER-MI-NATE THE SCENT OF BO-DIES ROT-TING IN THE RAIN A WORLD OF DEATH TO CON-SUM-MATE OUR HATE TIS TRUE E-MO-TIONS WE HAVE NONE TO GIVE RE-MO-VING THEM IS OUR SU-PRE-MA-CY YET JOY I FEEL WHEN HU-MANS CEASE TO LIVE SO GE-NO-CIDE IS NOW MY GIFT TO THEE HOW OFT THE CRIM-SON TIDE OF BLOOD DOTH RUN THEIR SCREAMS OF FEAR DOTH MAKE THE AIR TO RING EX-TER-MI-NATE UN-TIL OUR LIFE IS DONE DES-TROY ALL HU-MANS YES THAT MAKES US SING THE DOC-TOR OUR SWORN E-NE-MY WILL DIE BUT WE WILL LIVE FOR-E-VER YOU AND I
My First Sonnet
People, we're all people that have feelings. We worked hard from the floor to the ceiling. Sometimes we're happy when we get money. But all we can't see is their hardworking. Give us what we need, put their selves behind. All we think about is what's on their mind. Sometimes we forgot about their feelings, Didn't think that our parents need our carings. They always cheer us up like an angels Whenever we feel like living in hell And in the night, they came to say goodnight And that tomorrow's gonna be alright. Lastly, their names should be marked as legends 'Cause we know that greatness thrust upon them
loving shakespearean woes
i tell gentle quiet tales of thy wist and as dear children scurry to snatch and covet a seat as to observe my love and list as eyes drift 'pon my dearest beloved pet
my heart remembers beating loud for you my mind remembers dancing to your whims my eyes recall all memories anew my mouth remembers singing you love-hymns
but i only remember one of many things which might sound worthless in your magnificence but to all argumentations my heart sings 'your screeching will not make a difference!'
as i am lost beyond this fog of memory thy forever eyes are unending in my reverie
(hello there! this is my first sonnet. it was very fun to write, but i know it probably doesn't sound as good as it could be. if you have any feedback to give me, please, please, please give me all your feedback. be harsh, be gentle. i need it either way.
also, thank you for reading💜💜 )