Light creeps like spiders
Across fatigued open floors
Shifting shadows providers
Cleansing cold corridors
Inanimate objects succumb
To the giggle of the dance
Chattering machines hum
With rustic saccharine romance.
Halls echo malevolently
Soprano's of the ghouls,
Blood and tears live evidently
Excrement of years of fools;
Colours tune out-sparkless
As De Aston gives to darkness...
Author notes
De Aston is my high school. I've never written a Shakespearian sonnet, this is my first and I thought it fitting to write it for my love of a building rather than a person. Any questions let me know
A contest entry
- eleven selected poets by checkmate.
900 points, ended May 12, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow. I like this- it's a twist to the general idea of a sonnet and it's great! brimming with crativity and awesome rhyme..simply love this
great work
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Really great
I think this is the first time I have read a poem that was both hopeful yet, still had tinges of darkness to it. The way you pull it off successfully is a credit to your skill. Your technique was great (as usual). I just can't help but, be in awe of the way you bring the beginning of a new day and all the hopefulness and put it in the rustic vibe of an old building. I love old buildings so, I may be biased on this.
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Woah. This is... this is freaking magnificent! It's been ages since I've been this impressed!
Thankyou.
Keep up the great work!
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