Shall I Compare Thee

I had an English teacher my ninth grade year who loved poetry, she was always having us write different types of it. One type of poetry that distinctly sticks out in my mind is called a Shakespearean Sonnet. The reason I remember this particular genre of poetry so well is because it is so challenging to write. For example, a Shakespearean Sonnet consists of fourteen lines, each line must have ten syllables, but of these fourteen lines every other line must rhyme, as in the first and third, and the second and fourth, so on and so forth until you get to the last two lines (thirteenth and fourteenth) these lines must rhyme together. Shakespeare wrote hundreds of these sonnets, one you may recognize is, Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day. My English teacher had us write our own “Shall I compare thee” poem. I apologize for it being kinda dark, but here it is. 

Shall I compare thee to a slimy leech?

Sucking and draining the life out of me;

being with you is like bathing in bleach,

mentally exhausting, let me be free.

Your dark ways shake the essence of my soul:

though you mean well you actions often fail.

I feel as though i’m stuck in a black hole;

I wish to receive no more of your mail.

I look in your eyes but I see no light, 

who is this person I have never met?

When I see you I want to run in fright. 

You don’t know what you are doing I bet; 

No matter all the things I have said,

I still cannot get you out of my head.