For an assignment in 12th grade english, we were required to write a love sonnet in the style of shakespeare.
Poetry
(it's a spencerian sonnet in iambic pentameter if you know the technical stuff). well i hope you like it and have a great day!
a hunter's anguish
i chase, running as a wind unrestrained,
through the forest, the swamp, the endless sea.
Love, Poetry, Prey, hunter, sonnet
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this is a shakespearian style sonnet that i wrote one day. i was missing my boy friend to death, cause he was asleep, so i figured i would write him this. i hope you all like it, comment?
Long Distance, Love, Shakespeare, heart, sonnet, together
More to come soon (as long as it's not another sonnet, i might die).
enjoy!
Bittersweet, Death, Emotional, Flower, Garden, Nature, Poem, Rhyme, Short Story, Weapon
Just a short shakespearean sonnet. please give me some pointers i love feedback. sorry if you find this to be utter garbage, i personally do a bit, but like i said wanted a second opinion.
another day, just put on a smile.
Depression, Love, Poetry
This was a sonnet that i wrote not too long ago in a new form that i created, tercet, tercet, quatrain, quatrain. it might be a little rough, but i spent a good two weeks trying to finish it, and it seems to have come out rather well.
Love, New Form, Poetry, Teen, sonnet
Interestingly, this poem follows the shakespearean sonnet rhyme scheme, but uses dactylic trimeter with masculine rhymes for the quatrains. the couplet is the traditional iambic pentameter.
Dragon, Poetry
‾‾Wayne Magill‾
In the forest there bloomed a flower
It stood so proudly on it's little hillside
So high as to let its seedlets glide
And blanket the land in a beautious shower.
The flower seemed to call to me
In a voice that reminded me so...
Flower, Poem, Romance, sonnet
You never really understand the world
Until you travel and experience
As much of it as possible. You could
Not possibly understand the grand growth
Of their cultures, speeches and of their stance
Against the rest of us, for the race's...
Poetry, life, sonnet, travelling
It's easy to forget what autumn means
In tired lands of sun-stuffed tedium;
Assassin breeze the blackfly never weans,
The forecast is extremely medium.
It's easy to forget those ragged skies
Crushed, throttled, splintered by the frigid light ...
Horror, Limerick, Poetry, sonnet
This poem was the winning entry in the Iron Writer contest at AnthrOhio this weekend.
The rules were:
It had to be in Iambic Pentameter
It should have a Renaissance theme
Only animals excluded from Zootopia
BONUS: If you mention Quebec (in...
Toad, aesop, sonnet, stork