This is the first Shakespearean sonnet that I have written. I am somewhat proud of it simply because I have never intentionally written poetry in tradition forms, such as the sonnet. For those unfamiliar with a Shakespearean sonnet it needs to be composed of 14 lines, with a iambic pentameter, and it is broken up into 4 sections. The first is an intro into the theme and metaphor, composed of lines 1 to 4. The second is an expansion and detail of that (5-8). The third is a complication of the theme (9-12). And the fourth is meant to wrap it up in a new and unique perspective (13-14). I'm not sure if I fully fulfilled the fourth. Also, the 1st and 3rd and 2nd and 4th lines in each section are meant to rhyme.
The subject came to mind from a line of a song and I decided to run with it. I think it is a little bit cheesy as well! Here it be.:
There is a place we call our own, known home
A place to rest our weary bones at night
When, outside, storm shake the forgotten tome
Until we wake to the beautiful light
For we let go of the decayed when warm
When bones, alive, are heated with love and fiest
This fiest is love and joy through outside it storm
While, in, the smiles are not under a hiest
But storm may batter upon the strong stutter
May blow open the protective defense
And the candlelight will fault and flutter
Darkness, in, will fall thus, one, we will fence
So join we will in hug for love at home
A place we know and call our very own
