Sonnets

Sonnets!

Sonnet No. 1

I want to eat a big round apple pie,
But all I have is a small apple.
My mother has brought a super spy,
My mother is always at the chapel.
My daddy's road map got stuck in his lap,
My shoelaces got caught in my zipper.
My grandma was singing behind my cap,
Our dog and cat names are King and Skipper.
Our motorcycle is coming today,
We are going to buy a million stamps
Our big screen TV is also on its way,
To buy our motorcycle a big ramp.
I'm going to ride the motorcycle,
Followed by a girl on a spin cycle.

Andre Knox

I Don’t Know What I Want To Be

Adulthood’s coming and I don’t know what

I want to become. First idea was be

A surgeon. But I’m scared of needles, cuts

And blood. Next idea was something I see

Myself not doing. Which was fighting fires.

But it would be too hot to try to bear.

I do know that they can quickly retire.

Politics are not what you call a fair

job to have. Not a single job really

Comes to mind but I do not have much time

To choose. If you think it’s kind of silly

That I talk about future in a rhyme

A very hard rhyme to put it at that,

But I came out on top like a good hat.

Milous Duff

Nature

The wind blows north to chance of course above

To west to east the snow a beast but still

The snow so foe from sky to earth no dove

The world turns soft but slow to earth but chill

Leaves, acorns, and buds fall all from something

And weather changes for the days we share

What grows from what comes down it goes with ring

Hail runs down to with in all way to bare

I think it’s cold I think its hot today

The world turns fast but we don’t feel it all

This poem is about nature I say

Trees in the forest always stands up tall

Animals of earth live in and on earth

The beauty of life is what its all worth.

Paul Sperling

Music

Beautiful Easter-yellow instrument,

Lovely music up do compose for me,

The ultimate meaning of contentment,

A majority of people agree,

When I pick you up and set on your strap,

The world of music is at my fingers,

With you life is not a big old mishap,

When it’s time to put you up I linger,

Loving you is like a second nature,

Ever since I got you life’s happier,

My beautiful Stratocaster endure,

Never will your body be snappier,

My favorite instrument of all times,

Only my guitar is in all these rhymes.

Nikki Gower

Love Be Not Proud

Love be not proud, though fools have thought thee

Caring and sweet thou art definitely not so

But thou won’t control or steal my liberty key

Thou won’t make me a dummy over dough

I won’t let thee kill or torture me. Won’t!

I won’t be a girl who can’t understand no

I won’t let thee embarrass me, you just don’t

Thou won’t play with my heart and bring me down

Thou won’t make me detest riches but love dirt

Thou won’t make me cry or bawl like a baby

Thou won’t make me waste time in joy or hurt

I shall defeat thee and be a great lady

You are greater than me they say, Is it true?

I won’t let thee control me…..I’m scared.

Grace Varghese

Breath Be Not Loud

Breath, be not loud, though some described thee

Soothing and loving for thou art not so.

For those whom you’ve talked to, surely they see

How very annoying the way that you flow.

From day to night I hear you droning on,

My ears cannot bear your big nasty flap,

Huffing and puffing from dusk until dawn,

To God I pray that soon you take a nap.

I always say nothing to tell you straight,

Courage to inform you I do not hold,

So now I accept a most horrible fate,

That your gruesome way of talk goes untold,

Reason is if I do inform you why,

Breath will no longer talk, breath will then cry.

Taylor Leonard

Sonnet #114

How do I love money? So many ways!

I love money like a bear loves honey

Money is what keeps my mind in a daze

It makes me laugh at things that aren’t funny

I love thee because I want more each day

I wish I had a big pile to jump in

I love thee like a little child loves clay

Money and I must be some type of kin

I love thee like no one else ever will

People might do anything for money

But I do not love thee enough to steal

Money is what keeps food in my tummy

I pray to God not to live without thee

All I need is money and money me

Devin Tyler

The following sonnets were written in 1994 from directions using phone numbers. I've since lost the book as well as the name of the book. :( Part of the assignment included reading the sonnet as a love poem.

Sonnet #XVI

When I perhaps compoiud am with clay
It tell the day to please him, thou art bright
anbd in mine own love’s strength seem to decay
And seet grown common lose their delight.
What means the world to say it is not so
Be not sel-will’d for thou art much too fair
Yet so they mourn, becoming of their wod.
And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair
If my dear love were but the child of state
Without all ornament itself and true,
For thee against myself, I’ll vow debate
Which should example where your equal grew
Let this sad int’rim like the oceans be
Without accusing you of injury

Allen Perkins

Sonnet #1

Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day
Upon thy side against myself I’ll fight
for thou betraying me, I do betray
And moat th’ expense of many and vanish sight
What means the world to say it is not so
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Receiving naught by elements so slow
And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair
Past reasons hated, as a swallow’d bait
O, know, sweet lobe, I always write of you
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
Making their tomb the womb wherin they grow
Her audit, though delay’d answer’d must be
Which in they breast doth live as thing in me.

Courtney Sims

Sonnet #VII

When I perhaps compounded am with clay
I tell the day to please him, thou art bright
and in mine own love’;s strength seem to decay
And see the brace day sunk in hideous night
What means the world to say it is not so
In so profound abysm I throw all care
To give full growth to that which still doth grow
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear
Past reasons hated, as a swalloe’d bait
Without all ornament, itself and true
Thus policy in love, t’ anticipate
Which should example where your equal
Let not my love be call’d idolatry
whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee.

Jamileh Ahmed

Sonnet #XI

By looking on thee in the living day
They edge should blunter he that appetite.
That I might see what the old world could say
Which would transport me farthest from you sight
I grant I never saw a goddess go
Two loves have I of comfort and despair,
If some suspect of ill mask’d not thy show
Making his style admired everywhere
O’er whom (thy) gingers walk with gentle gait
Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you
For thee against myself I’ll vow debate.
And you in Grecian tires are painted new
Let this sad int’rim like the ocean be
Which in they breast doth lice as thine in me

Luan Nguyen