Sonnet № 108855
The American Soldier
A soldier goes off to war
He hopes he's coming back
He sits and waits for more
On his way out he carries a sack
Hopes he never has to see a friend die
He preys to God he won't have to fire
He can't sleep or lie
He listens to every command from his sire
Thank god for all our troops
They are giving up months of their life
When they could be shooting hoops
Instead they signed up for a fight
He gets off his boat
When he saw his family he found hope
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This is actually a pretty good specimen of the crap that happens when young'uns like you think they can be profound.
-blessed with a 2-
Really, I'm being hard on you because I am expressing an honest opinion, not because I'm retaliating.
There. Now retorts should follow something like that.
Though I'm sure in the past you have been passed by many guys who say "damn Joe, look at that disgusting marm over there"
Irony alert!
You've got fight/life as a rhyme, hope/boat as a rhyme, and to top it all off you've got not ONE LINE in this sonnet that is in iambic pentameter!
NOT ONE!
You should count syllables too hun, and you might also want to count stresses and word accents.
The fact that I have a better grasp of the English language than you do when it is my third and your first language demonstrates the extent to which your subaverage, superarrogant, and hopelessly unpoetic intellect is not worth the brain-farts it generates.
Have a nice day.
Yahoo!
Ride 'em cowboy!
The pun on "pray" in the second verse is deliciously satirical, whilst the subsequent line leaves the reader free to dwell upon what horrific battle injuries might prevent one from lying down; having one's back blown off by a landmine for example, or cramp. We are then treated to another transendent verse ending with, "He listens to every command from his sire." With this antediluvian imagery, I believe the author is making a point about the timeless nature of war.
I must confess, by the third verse I was moved to tears. The though of all those poor soldiers having to refrain from "shooting hoops" (a coloquial reference to the popular sport of netball) for several months was simply heart-rending.
However, the last line just leaves room for an ember of hope. Wonderful. A well deserved 10 here I think.
that is a nice sonnet ...u are talented with bright future ..
Not that the poem is any good, but the criticism is for the most part worse.
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q
(hopefully the link will work)
Some of the lines are nice, but you could be more creative with the rhymes. Rhyming is tough, far more than it seems - and the trick is to find really original and unexpected. Don't worry too much about getting exact rhymes, although 'life/fight' and 'boat/hope' are stretching it a little. Google search for an online rhyming dictionary - there are often a lot of rhymes for simple monosyllabic words which you'll see and think 'I knew that...why didn't I think of it first?' I certainly know I do.
Errm, that'll have to do for now - it's pretty late here (or early, depending on when you usually wake up). Good luck with any revisions of this!
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