Sonnets Here, In-House

Copperfox said:
Sounds as if it would either have six lines, or six accented syllables in each line. Six accented syllables per line, or "hexameter," was a popular meter in ancient Greek poetry.
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It's actually called a sestina (finaly found my english notes)
It's comes from the root of Six
It has six stanzas.
six lines
and one last line -- which is actually 3 lines doubled
Each line has a pattern
(our poem had: Grandmother, Child, Almanac, Stove, Tears....)
These are the six end words which have to show up in a certain order.

Finally all six words show up in the last three in patricular order (middle, end, middle)

--- so there you go, one very hard poem to write.
 
Okay, Orange, if I understand the style correctly, I can write one. Please choose six reasonable English words and post them on The Marketplace of Technique. Then, when I have time, I will use them in a poem following what I believe to be the pattern you meant--also on Marketplace.
 
My Second Sonnet For
MISS.SUNFLOWER​


The world's a moving castle, but the howls
Are not as entertaining as cartoons;
There's more noise than a parliament of owls,
And foolishness from hundreds of buffoons.

My niece, you still are young to have to try
To sort out all the bad guys from the good;
I only hope the country doesn't die
Before you know your way around the 'hood.

Now here's the "volta": you already know
The truest of all rulers, Christ the King.
On Him you do agree with Uncle Joe;
So serve Him, when you work and when you sing.

And pray that more adults do what is right,
While you keep on accumulating light.
 
My dearest uncle, that just totally made my.... night (as it would be here) and probably the whole rest of my week. I think I am going to paint something extra special just for you my uncle. You have cheered me up so well with your fantastic poetic skills. :D

love you.
 
I just got through reading this whole thread. It caught my eye because after reading some of Shakespeare's sonnets (strangely enough #130 is the one that caught my eye. I blame it on the reference to it in Doctor Who) and having to write a sonnet in school I was very interested in sonnets. I've always wanted to try to write a sonnet (outside of being forced to write one for school)

These are all very sweet and (I didn't check) I don't doubt they are all entirely accurate in the way they are written ;) good job Copperfox
 
Thank you, Gondorgirl. And thanks for adding to my Monologues RP thread. I will try in the near future to provide you with a sonnet that you can EAT.
 
For Gondorgirl


Pretending to eat things, but never burp,
Our charming Doctor Who fan, Gondorgirl,
Consumed Balrogs and such from Middle-Earth,
Along with half the textbooks in the world.

She ate a crow's nest, blankets, tables, chairs,
Balloons and grass and Little Debbie snacks;
Piano and accordion she dares
To gulp, along with unused vacuum sacks.

Mike's tapes of stupid documentaries,
And his old fuzzy dice, she polished off,
Plus egg fritata, old N-Sync CD's,
An antique train, and someone's tablecloth.

Her appetite outreaches any goat;
Did she just look at me?--Oh, no you don't! [* Escapes being eaten *]
 
Copperfox said:
For Gondorgirl


Pretending to eat things, but never burp,
Our charming Doctor Who fan, Gondorgirl,
Consumed Balrogs and such from Middle-Earth,
Along with half the textbooks in the world.

She ate a crow's nest, blankets, tables, chairs,
Balloons and grass and Little Debbie snacks;
Piano and accordion she dares
To gulp, along with unused vacuum sacks.

Mike's tapes of stupid documentaries,
And his old fuzzy dice, she polished off,
Plus egg fritata, old N-Sync CD's,
An antique train, and someone's tablecloth.

Her appetite outreaches any goat;
Did she just look at me?--Oh, no you don't! [* Escapes being eaten *]
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I've been reading your other poems from earlier in this thread and you're a really good poet.

This one was especially cute. :)
 
Copperfox said:
For Gondorgirl


Pretending to eat things, but never burp,
Our charming Doctor Who fan, Gondorgirl,
Consumed Balrogs and such from Middle-Earth,
Along with half the textbooks in the world.

She ate a crow's nest, blankets, tables, chairs,
Balloons and grass and Little Debbie snacks;
Piano and accordion she dares
To gulp, along with unused vacuum sacks.

Mike's tapes of stupid documentaries,
And his old fuzzy dice, she polished off,
Plus egg fritata, old N-Sync CD's,
An antique train, and someone's tablecloth.

Her appetite outreaches any goat;
Did she just look at me?--Oh, no you don't! [* Escapes being eaten *]
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^that 'tis the silliest cutest poem I know of. You have such a gift for this.
 
And they said it would never happen....

* Okay, so they _didn't_ say it, so sue me!


~ No. 1 For Dayhawk68 ~


The problem with a girl of mystery
Is that you don't know if she really does
Pre-plan her unpredictability,
Or her good looks just filled your brain with fuzz.

If anyone's a moving target, Kim
Fits that expression; as for fitting her
Into a sonnet, I'm full to the brim
With phrases--but the pattern is a blur.

One day she seems, not just to ask, but plead
For some approval; soon, though, she adopts
A critic's role, whereon her thoughts will speed,
Pursuing something, which again she drops.

She'll get more than one sonnet's worth of words,
If (inside joke) I don't first lose my spurs.

 
Copperfox said:
* Okay, so they _didn't_ say it, so sue me!


~ No. 1 For Dayhawk68 ~


The problem with a girl of mystery
Is that you don't know if she really does
Pre-plan her unpredictability,
Or her good looks just filled your brain with fuzz.

If anyone's a moving target, Kim
Fits that expression; as for fitting her
Into a sonnet, I'm full to the brim
With phrases--but the pattern is a blur.

One day she seems, not just to ask, but plead
For some approval; soon, though, she adopts
A critic's role, whereon her thoughts will speed,
Pursuing something, which again she drops.

She'll get more than one sonnet's worth of words,
If (inside joke) I don't first lose my spurs.
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OMG:eek: ha ha CF! thanks! its so true! lol
 
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