A sonnet
Just 14 lines of iambic pentameter, ababcdcdefefgg...presents a problem, issue or question, then turns towards resolution...See here.
posted by Ms. Clapp @ 10:15 AM
28 comments
Just 14 lines of iambic pentameter, ababcdcdefefgg...presents a problem, issue or question, then turns towards resolution...See here.
posted by Ms. Clapp @ 10:15 AM
28 comments
28 Comments:
Indecision
By Samantha Saggese
The truth is that I’m terribly afraid
Because my mouth is dry and my hands wet.
The very moment my eyes on him laid
I knew my plans for June now had been set.
Still found myself unable to approach
Him as he ate his home made turkey soup—
Try hard as my friends may to be my coach
I simply could not make that awful troop!
But soon enough I realized time was gone
And if I waited I would have no date.
Decidedly I strolled across the lawn
And knew the only power left was fate.
Before I answered my odd urge to flee,
Quickly said, will you go to prom with me?
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A Lovely Problem
by Kaela Bryan
Gazing out of the window today,
I saw a lovely problem:
A bird was trapped within what nature lay,
Sure it could ensnare without an autumn.
I watched, and as the poor creature fell
I was so sure -- I thought I saw a knight!
And I thought I heard the ringing of a bell,
And I glimpsed the chance for my dress of white.
But perhaps a little too gladly did I gaze,
For no sooner had I pondered a prosperous nest,
(Sometimes one can't see through a certain haze)
Had my knight sworn to never be my guest.
You see, he never knew me; now he never will.
But I can't forget him, even as I part with my sill.
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Enjoy the Snow
By Carlos Perez
The beautiful snow has been forgotten
By the children who stay home everyday.
They just sit on facebook, never button
Up their clothes to go outside and just play.
For Heaven's sake don't sit there requesting
Some people on Facebook thinking it's fun.
Go outside and just enjoy the best thing
Life can offer from snow before it's done.
Sled down a hill, slide on the snow, prepare--
For snowball batlles-- even yellow snow.
Make snowmen, try an igloo if you dare--
Many possibilities you could know.
So get out the house and enjoy nature.
The snow can create a new adventure.
Faith in Thee
by Monika Bashllari
In love, i do not have faith with thee yet
For we have more than a thousand errors.
But my heart still longs for your sweet true love.
Still Craves the great feeling when you arrived,
still long to hold the sweet kisses again.
But why my love do i want to feel pain
Because all you do is cause me horror.
And still we want what is worst for ourselves.
For we have more than a thousand errors.
But my heart still longs for your sweet true love.
Have you changed much they seem to ask?
In love, I do not have faith with thee yet
for we have more than a thousand errors.
Letters Abound
By Debbie Ly
After school, I walked into the rain
My hair soaked and my clothes wet
There’s this weird feeling in my chest. I feel lame.
Walking in the rain, nothing new, what did I expect?
Letters, I sometimes forget the letters in my words.
They were nice, but not nice enough to keep
They fly away like birds, small funny looking birds
In one gigantic far fetching leap like a great big sweep
My life is full of mistakes when I think about letters
Walking in the rain, forgetting words- it’s a disaster
Wait…I think I felt an earthquake
No, that was just the truck to deliver my acceptance to Macalaster
Now everything is right in my sight
No more letters, I can go to sleep at night without a fright.
Sonnet 505
By Matt
My eye hath seen the most wonderful beauty
She walkith down the street in perfect stride.
I whistled down the street at that cutie,
Hoping one day I can make her my bride.
Then she came in my direction to speak.
I could see her coming closer my way.
I started to shake and my knees got weak.
She was now clear, it was like night and day
Now I know that beauty is just skin deep,
From a pace away she began to greet.
When I saw her face close I got the creeps
At that moment I tried to move my feet
Running down the long street where I could turn
And escape that sight from which my eyes burn.
Does It Matter?
By J. Scib
Eighteen years I slaved over school and work,
Where I have braved many an obstacle
I’ve never been bothered by names like dork
Because I know I’ll get my popsicle,
Not literally. I’ll get my reward,
Which I thought was adulthood but seem to
Have been misinformed, and now I’m only bored,
Fore adulthood has yet to pay my due.
Then again I am just a teen, good grief!
Lost in trivial matters of the soul,
And the superficial matters of ‘beef’
With my generation. I’ve lost my goal
In writing this plea. But does it matter?
I have years to remember the latter.
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My Fries
by Jean Messeroux
My problem arrives at the Burger King.
No license so I am riding shotgun.
We're in the Drive-Thru,our order she brings,
Hamburger meat and cheese between two buns
In minutes we are some miles away.
When I eat my burger and realize
An emptiness that caused me to say,
"Oh damn, this girl really forgot my fries!!"
So we are forced to make a U-turn
To redeem my forsaken potatoes.
With a startled look she showed concern,
As if she were to grieve with me for those
I receive my fries which I gladly eat,
As I thank God that I kept the receipt.
Failure of Flirtations
Jenna Delaney
Don’t ask me how to win somebody’s love.
I fumble with all aspects of romance.
I’m sure I’m mocked by cupid up above.
I’ve two left feet in any partner dance.
How dreadful to be cursed as I have been,
Lacking woman’s natural, sweet charm.
It frightens me: this fate I have foreseen:
An old spinster with just her cats and farm.
Yet still, I try and try again to find
A match for me, someone imperfect too.
The path to love will split and twist and wind,
But not erode into the open blue.
So let the gods of love laugh themselves dumb,
I’ll find a dreamy geek, and they’ll keep mum.
The Last Slice of Bread
The loaf of wonderbread in front of me
presents the loneliest of sandwich food.
It's all alone from what my eyes can see.
This sure puts me in a really bad mood.
I don't really know what to do from here.
Should I go out and get another loaf?
One problem: but the store is far I fear.
Suggestions such as this reveal an oaf.
Perhaps one slice will be enough to eat.
But surely this will make me still want more.
What I really feel like eating is meat.
I could give up the bread to all the poor.
I'm sure that I could spare the lonely slice.
Yes, meat for lunch will add a little spice.
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That Boy Next Door
By Nicole Johnson
His eyes deep blue like the ocean below,
he makes my heart jump like Tigger and Roo.
When I see him he makes my smile grow,
when we're together his smile does too.
Sticking together through good and the bad,
hand and hand following lifes roads and paths.
Working together to be glad not mad,
perfect together when you do the math.
I hope he lives to a hundred and one,
but I live to a hundred not one more,
cause a day without him wouldn't be fun.
And I love it when he walks in the door,
we hug and fit together like a glove,
kisses spark fireworks since we're in love.
The Future
Tomorrow is the brightest face on earth
The way my mind moves through the gutters end
I think to drown myself in all the mirth
And take my mind into a silent mend
The pools of thought are moving still
To brew a simple apathy inside
Yet still I charge against the raging will
To not just go and fall into reside
It seems that life is but an inclined plane
The sine of it tipping into a fall
To tumble down like droplets of the rain
My mind is creeping down against appall
So what is life without tomorrows come?
A tumble makes me look forward to numb.
I Like To Sleep In Weird Places
By Phedorah Rosiclair
I’m always shocked at the places I feel sleeps hand
In an instant I am a child on the cold kitchen table.
In the car I listen to the greatness ol’ jazz bands
And it lulls me to sleep like an ol’ fable.
The moans of lawn mowers singing to me
But as a adult I felt this could not be chic!
The dusky light entering I could already see,
And I would begin to hear old wood creak.
It came to me that these where traces of part years
And resisting would make me quite crabby.
So I bought a house without any fears,
In a quite neighborhood but for personality a little shabby.
Now I sleep on my carpet very well,
And smile at the music of cars as the bid farewell.
A new night
By Ravi Pandey
Everytime i go out, the moon is bright
I know i should be glad
But with the approach of a new night
I can't help but feel a little sad
The approach of a new night brings an end to the day
This though in mind makes me pace and think
"what will happen tomorrow at sun's first ray?"
I wonder this as the hours start to shrink.
With the day winding down
i see the dark start to come
The thought of a new night makes me frown
But the beauty of the moon makes me numb.
I learn that with a new night, comes possibility
Possibility of a new day filled with opportunity.
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Frenemy
By Cynthia Antenor
Words that come out of your mouth piss me off,
Because half of the time you don't make sense.
So ponder before expressing a thought,
Before I end up becoming more tense.
You change so much that you have two faces,
just like ways of your personality.
When presented with different cases
You keep avoiding the reality.
But I value your presence anyways
Because you're able to comprehend me;
And help me when i can not find my way,
Especially near an enemy.
I would choose no other to befriend,
For the fact that you'll be here in the end.
Do I dare to look into your bright eyes,
Wonder if you have looked into mine too.
People tell me that I should be more wise
As they say always ”read between the lines.”
But however, what matters most to me
Is importantly how you make me feel
Together it seems that the open sea
Falls back with the bright light as if to kneel.
However we still can only remain
When introduced it was hard to refrain
So I maintain a good distance to cope
And maybe one day if it is in the stars
No longer indeed would I need more hope
For it will pass and only surface scars.
Circle
By: Midori Dowdie
Falling in love was never easy
In fact it hurt more than expected
I had a man that would always tease me
Denying my love i felt rejected
Summer days were the best for me
It was when he admired me so
At the time i did not want to be
Because he was not a friend but a foe
Thats when he tried to win my heart
Every summer day and every summer night
I should have never loved him from the start
When school started so did the fight
When it was he that loved me
I did not think it was meant to be
Sonnet
Uncertain
I believe everyone was hurt some times
And didn’t want to admit it cause fear
If you fall in love you will pay the fine
At first it’s always smiles then comes tears
When your heart takes over nothing matters
What really mattered were me and Martin
Wait until your mind begins to shatter
You keep thinking everything was certain
Until you hear from all the loud clatter
Trying to hide underneath a curtain
Nice job at being such a great actor
I thought you were my courageous captain
Time has its ways to show me my story
I won’t look back or cry don’t you worry
When You Try To Sing
by Alexandra Mazarakis
I thought I heard a chirping bird tonight,
He flew above my house and perched on deck
With songs as sweet as sorrow, not delight.
I tried to block the horror when it pecked
And with this sound I remembered your show
And recalled how your voice would squawk and caw
Before I could escape the room and throw
The words of admiration and deep awe.
But my affection does not know this fault
And I hear voices quite the same as yours
So don't freeze up when swell applause may halt
Since though your voice degrades I have worse chores.
And with crow’s caws my mind remembers thee;
Hearing your songs brings warmness unto me.
Mourning and Night
The sweet moonlight to me is pure sunshine
Slumbers abyss I can’t wait to unfold
With closed eyes in a world with no boundaries
As together we chart courses untold.
As we travel through worlds of enchantment
My heart soars as I recollect your touch
As the stars twinkling bright with enrichment
Seem so close but they are far from my clutch.
Sweet thoughts bring to life new reality
While I sleep I am still cherished by you
Your warmth seems to almost envelop me
I do not want to bid darkness adieu
For the break of dawn showers light on land
So begins the day for this mournful man.
I Can't Write A Love Sonnet
By Olivia Pagliccia
There's no such thing as love with a teenage boy.
So how can I write a sonnet about love?
Boys brains are too small, they treat you like a toy.
Where's the love if they put themselves above?
A teenage boy's "love" always brings you down,
They make you promises they don't keep,
So in the end you look like a dumb clown
Looking so dumb, you fall for them too deep.
I simply can't write a love sonnet then,
Teenage boys can not supply true love.
We can't be as cute as Barbie and Ken.
They only have on thing to think of.
I guess I'll have to wait until college,
So I can gain some romantic knowledge.
Sonnet 1: MB
I hate it, yes ,I truly really do,
The noise, the crowd, the people, and the food
I hate working, I hate working for you.
They yell, they scream, the customers, so rude.
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday alone
You can find me here at Market Basket
This is the place I have come to call home
And this job will put me in my casket.
However, I need the money to live
And so I have surrendered to the cash
And so my paycheck Market Basket gives
Every Thursday my bank account must crash
And back to the money, back to the pain
Because every Friday I go insane.
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