Emma+Connell

"Poetry is the universal language..." __**About My Poetry**__ My poems range from what I love to what I despise. They show a mixture of my feelings based on different subjects. These poems show my views along with my thought and opinions on matters. My favorite of these three poems if the fruit sonnet. My entire life I never took a liking to it even when I was a baby. People always found it weird and never understood quite why hated it so much. In that case, I decided to write a sonnet about why I take such a strong disliking to fruit. For my other poem I wanted to write something that’s a big part of my life. What I came to my mind was TV. It’s my savor for all those lazy boring days and I wanted to write a little thank you note to it. For my last poem which was an ode I decided to write one about water. Swimming is my favorite thing to do. Whether it’s in a pool or in the ocean I love to be in it. I wanted to express my likings towards it and how admire that it behaves in so many different ways.

__**Ghazal**__ Oh, magic box you keep me entertained every single day When I’m sick or tired I go to __you__ every single day

I watch you when I weep or when I’m troubled or confused you hold so much you might as well __ooze__ every single day

you hold so much you might as well ooze

When there’s nothing left to do I come and seek for you If the weathers to cold or hot I go __to__ every single day

Even if it’s a beautiful outside I go and retreat for you i watch you when I feel great or have the __flu__ every single day

You come in many different shapes and forms and many people watch you from Americans, to Swedens, and __Jews__ every single day

You’re my prescribed pill for everything and aren’t very cheap i watch you when I’m mad, glad, sad, or feeling __blue__ every single day

And don’t think I’m the only one who loves you you’re very very unique Million and billions of people's watch with their eyes __glued__ every single day

You can be found anywhere in boutiques, to homes, to bars From Europe to Spain people no matter where people will make __do__ every single day

You are the key holder of football, comedy, soap operas, Kid shows, movies, everything and I are __viewed__ every single day

You put a smile upon my face that goes from cheek to cheek No matter where, when, how, and why I will watch you even when eating __stew__ every single day

An apple a day keeps doctors away A Though I can’t bare to sink my teeth in you B I will never eat an apple a day A looking at you makes me feel so blue B Why your tangy smells keep me from afar C You are a sad sight for my brown sore eyes D Your colors make you evil like Jafar C And how they praise you are lies, lies, lies, lies D I hate you with a fiery passion E You always send a shiver up my spine F To me you will never be in fashion E Your shape and form are a critical crime F Say it once say it twice I hate you fruit G You’re as bad the flu i hate you fruit G
 * __Fruit Sonnet__**

You’re oh so strong but yet oh so weak Your power tramples me as you crash upon the shore Your running rapids throw me into rigid rocks Your flowing waterfalls crush me to the very bottom I’m constantly caught fighting you and your riptides But yet I love you I consume you You make me feel relaxed You’re bipolar You keep me alive But in an instance you can kill me It’s only when your in a contained container when I feel safe I love you water
 * __Ode__**

__**William Shakespeare**__

__Sonnet # 20__ By William Shakespeare A woman's face with nature's own hand painted, Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion: An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; A man in hue all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created; Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated, By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

__Sonnet #1__ By William Shakespeare From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decrease, His tender heir mught bear his memeory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

__Sonnet # 130__ My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

William Shakespeare is referred to as England’s national Poet. He has many famous works ranging from comedies to tragedies. Some of his famous works you may know are Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, A Midsummer’s Night Dream, and Macbeth. Shakespeare wrote many sonnets carrying titles like Sonnet # 14, Sonnet # 68, all the way up to the hundreds. His sonnets were mainly based on love and beauty. In many of his poems he seems to praise women or the beauty in humans. In Sonnet # 130 Shakespeare wrote that his mistress does not posses the most striking beauty or has a soothing voice. All her flaws are what make him more in love with her. Shakespeare took a different approach at this poem by not complimenting her appearance or rambling on about how pretty she looks. Instead he captured all her flaws. He seemed to be defining love, for example “My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. In these lines (12-14) Shakespeare states that she doesn’t carry herself in a fashionable matter, but yet he’s still infatuated with her. This shows the true love and passion he posses for her. Along with her treading on the ground Shakespeare points out how her hair is wirey, her cheeks faded, her eyes dull, and her voice blunt. However, These qualities don’t set a restriction on him. This poem shows a different and intriguing perspective by doing the opposite of your basic love poem. It doesn’t fall under the typical realm of romantic poems making it more defying. Shakespeare has written many other gratifying works and this, Sonnet # 130, is one of his most famous sonnets.

__Sonnet # 20 lines 10-14__ By William Shakespeare

Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated, By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

__Analysis__ When nature created you she fell in love with you and by that added something that made you unnatanelbe to me. Your love will be mine but the world may treasure your body.

__Sonnet # 130 lines 1, 2, 4, 9 - 14__ By William Shakespeare My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

__Analysis__ Her eyes don’t shine, her lips are dull, her hair is wirey, her voice is nothing beautiful, her smell isn’t to die for, but still I’ve never seen such a goddess. What Shakespeare basically is saying that she’s nothing beautiful and there are no striking features about her but he still infatuated with her and all her flaws.

__Sonnet # 1 lines 1-8__ By William Shakespeare

From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decrease, His tender heir mught bear his memeory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

__Analysis__ We all want to be beautiful and produce beauty so beauty will never die. As time goes on people get older and decrease in beauty but their heir will cover their tracks and carry on beauty. But you are concerned with your own beautiful eyes, and make beauty shallow with your obsession in your own looks. by your actions you are your own enemy. e