Hey guys, this post is a first for me. You see, I'm secretly a poet. That's why, as an outlet to my excessive creativity, I've decided to make a blog to exhibit my poems! Also, I've decided to remain anonymous. Although I will reveal that my first name is Oliver.
Alright, enough with all the talk; since most, if there are any of you out there, of the people who clicked on the blog post just wanted to read a sonnet for whatever reason... perhaps since you need one for school? Or maybe you want to give it to a special someone, I dunno.
Okay now I'm going to briefly preface my sonnet with a short explanation of what a Shakespearean sonnet is, although I think the majority of you probably already do. Okay, first of all you need to understand what an iamb is. An iamb is essentially metric foot of poetry, it's distinguished by the fact that it follows the rhythm of an unstressed syllable and then a stressed one, for example, the word 'about'. The 'a' in 'about' is unstressed and the 'bout' in about is stressed, therefore, it is an iambic word. Also, the word pentameter refers to five metric feet. Therefore, an iambic pentameter, is essentially just 5 counts of 'da-DUM'. Also, what defines a Shakespearian sonnet is that it consists of 14 iambic pentameters, rhymed in the 'a,b,a,b,c,d,c,d,e,f,e,f,g,g' format, essentially just three quatrains (4-lined stanzas) with a friendly couplet added in at the end.
Alright, now for the moment you've all been waiting for (Or just skipped everything and scrolled down to see), my poem.
Alright, since this is the first time I'm showing anyone, apart from a Literature teacher, a poem that I made, I'd like to ask any readers to not be too critical, after all, this is my first sonnet. Also, don't expect too much of me; again, this is my first poem and I'm still quite reluctant to release it to the world, even the virtual world. Plus, I am just a teenager so don't expect any Shakespeare-worthy poetry.
Okay here goes (For real this time):
Costly Gems
By Oliver Nolastname
Her eyes have the opalescence of jewels,
Glimm'ring in the soft pale light of the Sun.
We are here together, two love drunk fools,
Alone in the pasture where two b'come one.
I have seen rubies, beautiful though flawed,
But no flaws can I see in those brown eyes.
So do I pray to the kind and loving God;
For giving unto me the ultimate prize.
But how could I hope to keep her happy,
Without the s'pposed boon of loose pursestrings?
For what could this angel see in me,
Apart from being able to buy her things?
O' sweet Darling, would you please stay with me,
If I promise to do my best to keep you happy?
Now for the post-mortem, after my delivery. I might be biased, but I am quite proud of this sonnet, which just happens to the 10th draft I was working on, I guess 10th time's the charm. Although I do know that not all the lines are in perfect iambic pentameter, with some irregular rhythms in certain lines and thirteen syllables in the last line. All in all though, I'm very happy I decided to post it and I'm very keen to see what all of you think of it.
To help me improve my poetry-writing skills, please comment (Or send a PM, your choice) and spread this blog around!
Now time to sign off... For lack of a better idea,
Oliver Nolastname
