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So rare these days is the love of old,
That at one time all have heard,
From books and stories we’ve been told,
And cherish word for word.
Our current love is never real,
Just a line of crushes fading.
We can’t tell ones that make us feel,
Infatuation’s hand invading.
You tell yourself, “my time will come,
Old time love will come my way.”
Some would say that you are dumb,
But they can’t lead your heart astray.
True love belongs to each in turn.
It isn’t something you can learn.
That at one time all have heard,
From books and stories we’ve been told,
And cherish word for word.
Our current love is never real,
Just a line of crushes fading.
We can’t tell ones that make us feel,
Infatuation’s hand invading.
You tell yourself, “my time will come,
Old time love will come my way.”
Some would say that you are dumb,
But they can’t lead your heart astray.
True love belongs to each in turn.
It isn’t something you can learn.
Literature
Sonnet
Thy do not hide in fear of life.
I hide through social apprehension.
Dreams of death by butchers knife
essential hypertension.
Others lye where flowers wilt,
I lie where they shall rise
patch your problems like a quilt
it is with my breath that I despise.
Heaven and hell we live amid
suffering of the oppressed,
what we think and want- forbid,
I do not wish to be abreast
The end is only overhead,
we are the living and the dead
Literature
Love Poem
..
last night I made a man
out of pillows and forgotten
fragments of clothes
we'd pushed into my drawers.
I held my pillow-man's hand
and made sure he wasn't too warm
because it is summer;
I'm on the second floor;
and that was always your
biggest complaint.
this morning I tried to shower
but would turn off the water and run
like a soapy dog, complete with
loyal tail wagging, to the door
thinking you'd come knocking.
You hadn't.
tomorrow will taste like
the food of a week ago
and I'll wear sunglasses,
which, if you know me,
(and you do)
will seem out of context
and like a little girl
playing dress up.
I know there are
Literature
The Holocaust
Step by Step,
They march in line.
Hand in Hand,
Couples intertwine.
Do they know
their close destiny?
They will not
last eternity.
Lines are split
into a great two,
depending on things
they can and cannot do.
Strong and skilled
are in line one; others?
Their life is sadly done.
Each a number
owned by others,
There were now
childless mothers.
Old and weak
too little you could tell,
were all shot dead
into the pits of hell.
Beat and pushed
to a life of hate,
few survived
for many it was too late.
The Land was full of
Blood and tears,
Smells were full of
Flesh and fears.
Many drowned in
deadly gas,
Hopes shattere
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an English assignment, but my best attempt at a sonnet.
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I really like this. However, I feel like the words "dumb" and "crushes" sound out of place with the rest of the sonnet.