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Love's Spite
Another one of my poems I wrote in an English class, this is a sonnet, so some of the lines are a bit.. iffy. For those who do not know a sonnet is a poem that must have 14 lines in the rhyme scheme a,b,a,b,c,d,c,d,e,f,e,f,g,g. Each line must have 10 syllabals in iambic pentameter and it must be about love. They're ver difficult to write! This one is based on William Shakespeare's "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Any feedback, critical or complimentry is welcome.
Love’s Spite
Shall I compare thee to a rainy day?
Thou art more ugly and more desolate.
You’re rough winds that shake the sly buds of May.
And you’ve been with me all too long a date.
Sometimes too much hatred your black heart pumps.
And often is your gold face deceiving,
And when your round blue eyes become cold bumps,
I always be most certainly leaving;
But thy eternal rain will and shall fade,
And lose possession ‘cos to be you owe;
May death be you so you can lie in shade,
When in my English room thou shall now grow,
So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
So long lives this, and spreads my hate to thee.
Love’s Spite
Shall I compare thee to a rainy day?
Thou art more ugly and more desolate.
You’re rough winds that shake the sly buds of May.
And you’ve been with me all too long a date.
Sometimes too much hatred your black heart pumps.
And often is your gold face deceiving,
And when your round blue eyes become cold bumps,
I always be most certainly leaving;
But thy eternal rain will and shall fade,
And lose possession ‘cos to be you owe;
May death be you so you can lie in shade,
When in my English room thou shall now grow,
So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
So long lives this, and spreads my hate to thee.
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