#sonnet

[littlekandiclown]

I had to write a sonnet in my English class and I did mine about Annabel Lee. It's not that good but I still wanted to post it.

Shall I compare you to a rose with thorns?

Your fleeting beauty filled my empty time.

In spring you bud and petals hide your horns,

A scent so sweet I must ignore your chime.

So now your thorns have pierced my walls to deep,

As autumn takes your beauty far from me.

A sea wind chills allowing cold to creep

I miss you so, my love Annabel lee.

My life is lost without you near me now,

You are my world, my love, my every site.

You bloom to big so now I miss our vow:

When we were one the same, my love, our light. 

My rose and I are more than all above,

So now I’ll find you once again my love.

[shakespearenews]

Although the additional lines are quite ambiguous in meaning, they read more politically when read in the collection of a Royalist, surrounded by Royalist poetry. The added lines potentially transform the sonnet from a meditation on romantic love into a powerful political statement. It is worth noting that the public performance of songs was outlawed during the Republican regime. Many musicians, like Henry Lawes himself, survived by secret private performances in the home. Not only does this text provide us with a new example of how Shakespeare was being read during the civil war, but also how his texts were being politically repurposed to suit the issues of the day.

shakespearenews.com

[mochamoony]

another marauders poem, maybe...

Here's my shitty attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet

Do not look at me with your honey brown eyes, thought we could be more than playful holds And stolen glances. Was a foolish clown to see your hand and let it slip to gold. But I am not the one you love, not now. I had it, I was foolish to drop it. I want it. But you gave it away now, to late to get it back, it's hers to slit. It's my fault, though, I dropped the sun. You gave the world to me. I gave you nothing. Lost you, lost my chance at love. I hate to crave someone who can't even look my way. All lost. I hate how you've moved on while I'm still stuck, I hate that I gave up. God, you suck.

can u see the part where I started thinking abt the Marauders 😭

if anyone knows how to make it better please tell, im tying to pass english but having to write in iambic pentameter and 10 syllables is making me tweak

this look reminds me of Jegulus…but then again I'm always thinking of them…it could work for other ships too, perhaps?

(yes ik its lwk shit but this was my first time writing a sonnet and lwk i was so confused and tired)

[leghasp]

In my 10th grade English class we had to write sonnets and um

[two-bees-poetry]

i am become OR a sonnet for the macbeths

[apoemaday]

"Time does not bring relief..."

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year’s bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear To go, — so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, “There is no memory of him here!” And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

[inthefallofasparrow]

An Exercise in Sonneteering

[thebetterfishgato]

I’m reallllllllyy tired (lazy) to upload on tumblr these days, here’s my latest works

[lionofchaeronea]

I've been reading the Complete Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and as wonderful as he was, he had an excessive fondness for a certain punctuation mark. So, me being me, I decided to have a little fun with it. Enjoy.

TEXT:

A SONNET: TO THE EXCLAMATION POINT

O exclamation point! Most overused Throughout English Romantic poesy! I marvel at the way thou art abused In every ode and sonnet that I see!

O fair and noble punctuation mark! O ender of each sentence and each clause! When I encounter thee, a voice cries "Hark!", And I compel my reading eyes to pause,

Awaiting some dramatic turn of phrase To drive the shades of boredom all away: Lo! Here it comes! I startle with amaze! And yet, to thee I raise my voice and pray:

O herald of an overheated style, Could we get a question mark once in a while?

[transparentdreamruins]

Jamie & Claire

"I love you without knowing how or when or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride." Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII

[autumnallunaphotos]

Tea and sonnets

[hylian-prosecutor]

Sonnets of Euclydia - I.

In all Euclydia were none so dear

As two triangles of the Cipher name:

Scalene and Euclid lived in comfort here

Without the knowledge of their future shame.

An equilateral, a baby boy,

An unassuming child of yellow hue,

Lit up his parents’ lives with all the joy

Of anyone observing something new.

But something had gone wrong, that much was clear—

Poor Billy had a strange deformity:

He’d spend his hours lost in joy and fear,

Distracted by the great enormity

Of millions of stars, both great and small

And nobody but Bill could count them all.

Part II. >

Part III. >

Part IV. >

Part V. >

[moon-kissed-corner]

The painting Lady Lilith (1872-73 version), and the accompanying sonnet Lilith/Body's Beauty, by painter and poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

The painting and the sonnet form a pair with the Rossetti painting Sibylla Palmifera and sonnet Soul's Beauty.

[apoemaday]

Sonnet 89

by Pablo Neruda tr. Paul Weinfield

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and the wheat of the hands I adore to spread their freshness across me once again: I want to feel the softness that has shaped my life.

I want for you to live while I wait for you, asleep, for your ears to keep on listening to the wind, for you to smell the sea that we both loved together, to walk across the sand that we feel beneath our feet.

I want what I love to go on without me, and you whom I love and sang about above all else to continue to bloom, to be always in full flower

so you can complete what my love has set in motion so my shadow can wander the long length of your hair, so everything can understand the reason for my song.

[definegodliness]

19-11-2024

Anna

A regal song to titillate all ears; A syllable or two, yet so it seems That every cloud from heaven disappears And moon-illumed arise forgotten dreams.

And whether called upon with silver tongue, Or sighed in gold's inaudible exhale, The palindrome resounds that sacred song Wherethrough the mysteries of night unveil.

Yet 'tis not her song that opens the skies, It is the magic when she heeds that call: A smile, a twirl; the twinkling of her eyes Expands eternity within The All.

As Anna shines, I know but one eclipse: Her name, as when she draws it from my lips.

--- 19-11-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[aevyndzn]

Had to write a sonnet for a creative writing class so why not make it vicious themed <3