Your tattered paint upon your fingernails
Disgusts me with its cracking reddish hue.
I’d rather sit outside while the sky hails
Than even try to stand the sight of you.
Your cuticles make me feel somewhat sick
And singe the very retinas of my eyes.
Perhaps if at the paint you tried to pick,
Your hideous nails you could now disguise.
If only your nails were so clean and pure,
Untarnished by this colorful foul goop,
You’d be so pleasant and the more demure
Instead of as obnoxious as a group.
Yet only ditch the paint if you so choose;
It bends with the remover to remove.
Author notes
So...this is my first sonnet. It's really a Shakespearean-style sonnet, complete with iambic pentameter and ABABCDCDEFEFGG rhyme scheme (er...hopefully)! Even though it was just another ridiculous English assignment, I think I might keep trying with these sonnets.
Silly men in tights, sonnets are for kids!
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dudet ive been trying my hand at sonnets also and i cant freaking get them ive done two and i cant get the meter down right any way good poem i think you did great and keep working at them your talented and will get it
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Alexaaaaaaaaa! As always, I loved it. Viva la Rhymalucion! Haha, again you put a smile on my face with your poetry.
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Thank you, Shay-na-na! Viva la Rhymalucion!
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Very neat! Its obvious you hate the fact that this person paints thier nails. rofl. Good sonnet though.
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Thanks very much!
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+1
Great flow and wording
I really enjoyed reading this
Glad to see you writing
Keep it up
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Gracias, homie.
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