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Love (Sonnet) by simone_girard Love is like a piece of gold
Hard to find, harder to hold
Of all the guys I've ever met
Your the one I cant forget
I do believe the lord above
Created you for me to love
I once had a heart pure and true
But now it's gone from me to you
So take care of it as I have done
For you have two now and I have none
And if I get to heaven and your not there
I'll wait for you by a golden stair
If your not there by judgement day
I'll know you've gone the other way
So I'll trade my halo and my wings
And all my other beautiful things
Just to prove my love is true
I'll go to hell and back for you.
Up the ladder:
setting the record straight on April
Down the ladder:
9/11
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 4.0
Posted: May 19, 2003 11:10 PM PDT; Last modified: May 19, 2003 11:10 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.0024724 Overall Rank: 13376 Comments:
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Mona Lisa @ 195.92.168.163
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20-May-03/11:32 AM
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reading this made me feel like I've eaten to many sweets. Far too immature and full of cliches, sorry its pants.
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deleted user @ 63.237.171.111
> Mona Lisa
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20-May-03/12:42 PM
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I agree - and I've read some of these lines before...more than once.
Do.
Isnt a sonnet supposed to rhyme every other line
There are three traditional styles of sonnet: English, or Shakespearean; Italian, or Petrarchan; and Russian, or Onegin. The distinguishing feature of each is the rhyme scheme.
English: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG Italian: ABBA ABBA CDECDE (sometimes CDEEDC) Russian: ABAB CCDD EFFEGG Note that these are all fourteen-line poems, while "Love" has eighteen. It doesn't come anywhere close to being a sonnet, of any kind.
It should also be noted that, even when viewed as a non-sonnet, this poem is absolutely wretched.
Like your face?
Utter Bollocks
"Love is like a piece of gold
Hard to find, harder to hold" What?! You can find gold at Wal-Mart! And it's really not that hard to hold, you just put it on your finger! Don't just write it because it rhymes, it sounds so...6th grade English class.
I want to say that all of you are tits. The poem sucks too.
From the Ma Joad tradition of poetry. The cliches, similarity to your other poems, misuse of "your", and reluctance to respect God by capitalizing his name add up to a big honking 1.
This is like a creepy cross between a girl scout song and that kid's prayer, as in, "Love is something if you give it away," and "When I lay me down to sleep." In conclusion, you suck, you die, 1.
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