The Shakespearean sonnet, also referred to as the English sonnet, is a 14-line poem with a rhyme scheme of abab, cdcd, efef, gg.
Typically, it presents a conflict with each of the three quatrains depicting different aspects of the problem or subject; it ends with a final couplet that solves or summarizes the situation or topic.
Each of the 14 lines are written in iambic pentameter, which means that every line contains ten syllables that are divided into five pairings of short (unstressed) then long (stressed) syllables.
by Giselle Ates
(March 20, 2012)
My love is like the crashing ocean wave
Without constraint it slams upon the shore
Making the shells and rocks and sand its slave
Rolling, reaching, seeking for more and more.
Ocean breezes warming more than the air
Stirring the sands of vast distant beaches
The sky and sea unite to form a pair
Until a sweet embrace each pair reaches.
Sometimes gently, sometimes roughly it stirs
Unknown waters deep and unseen—hidden
Waking silent, sleeping, secret creatures
Once freed, they swim and splash now un-bidden.
Endless, these waves crash on and on and on—
Laughing and embracing from dusk to dawn.
"Liquid Fire of the Sky"
by Parker Stockett (11th grade)
See blistering bolts fall straight from above,
Gunfire of gods ripping the sky to shreds
Romancing the ground with its courtly love
Its roar leaves children cowering in bed
Stark smell of ozone betrays intention
Feel fear of the imminent spear of doom
Thundering sound of electric tension
The needle of the universal loom
Taste the metal that floats from atmosphere
Feel the hair on your arms stand straight up high
Know the fear only your spirit can hear
Taste masters striking wrath when you defy
It strikes before harmonic warning sound
But where it strikes it cleaves the very ground.
"Sonnet I: The Wait"
by Miryam Gabriel (11th grade)
(Inspired by William Shakespeare's
“Sonnet 18: Shall I Compare Thee To a Summer's Day?”)
It is not a sea which keeps you from me.
The roads which lead to you are not unpaved.
Distance and age (a mere word!) prevent me.
Time flies on broken wings till I am saved.
I stand alone and face the wind that blows
Through my hair and my lips, and I wonder.
Was it a kiss sent? There! It comes, it goes.
Such a thing cannot be put asunder.
Here! I fix my eyes on the sun! Burn us!
Let your heat cause what it may. I see birds
More free than us, my dear; the World can't us
Contain. She's too small and makes love mere words.
My heart is big enough, and brave, my will.
For far you are, and my soul craves you still.