You touch my heart like the wings of a dove
And snatch my breath and make my heart a void
In an instant I only know my love
My other worlds and thoughts collapse: destroyed.
But you don’t know the pain I feel most days
You look past me and I feel the raw sting.
I imagine your glance touching my face
But nothing stays except the draught of wings.
When clouds pass the sun I think of your eyes:
I create an image from dust in my dreams
A vacant and cruel and shadowed disguise
A shadow of you that’s not what it seems
The dream-smile had no warmth – my soul was dead
And ruthless reality reared its head
for Cephise, my butterfly that wants a better flower.
Author notes
I used the english sonnet that we learned about in class
Comments
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Beautiful. It made me smile. It's very peaceful. I liked your heroic Couplet it surprised me because of the rest of the poem. Nice Job!
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Well, the flow is a bit off in some places, but I know it's hard to write a sonnet. I've tried... Eep! Anyway, this was quite good. Some of the rhyme at first glance appeared to be a tad rudimentary, but upon reading it, it fit quite nicely.
Well done.
And truth be told, this is a Shakespearian Sonnet. Not an English one. (Although many do call them English sonnets. Not that it matters.)
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nicely done. young sir.
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Thank you! I wasnt sure about a couple of the lines that don't seem to fit. I think they have too many sylabels or maybe its he ryhthm, but I can't change that : (
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