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  • alliyah
    alliyah · Aug 22, 2021
    Just came up with this ~ Mad Libs but Shakespeare Sonnet style.

    Choose items that fit these categories and then fill them into the sonnet below.
    [verb-emotion1]
    [verb2]
    [verb3]
    [place 1]
    [place 2]
    [place 3]
    [noun1]
    [noun2]
    [noun3 (plural]
    [noun4]
    [noun5]
    [time1]
    [time2]


    Spoiler
    How do I [verb-emotion1] thee? Let me count the ways.
    I [verb-emotion1] thee to the [place1] and [place2] and [place3]
    My soul can [verb2], when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of being and ideal grace.
    I [verb-emotion1] thee to the level of every day's
    Most quiet need, by [noun1] and [noun2].
    I [verb-emotion1] thee freely, as men strive for right.
    I [verb-emotion1] thee purely, as they turn from praise.
    I [verb-emotion1] thee with the passion put to use
    In my old [noun3 (plural)], and with my childhood's [noun4].
    I love thee with a [verb-emotion1] I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints. I [verb-emotion1] thee with the [noun5],
    Smiles, tears, of all my [time1]; and, if God [verb3],
    I shall but [verb-emotion1] thee better after [time2].

    Share your results below! This is based on Shakespeare's Sonnet 43

    Hijinks replied · Aug 29, 2021

    How do I despair thee? Let me count the ways.
    I despair thee to the marsh and meadow and mountain
    My soul can observe, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of being and ideal grace.
    I despair thee to the level of every day's
    Most quiet need, by coin and campfire.
    I despair thee freely, as men strive for right.
    I despair thee purely, as they turn from praise.
    I despair thee with the passion put to use
    In my old cares, and with my childhood's cement.
    I love thee with a despair I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints. I despair thee with the captive,
    Smiles, tears, of all my infinity; and, if God attempts,
    I shall but despair thee better after a millisecond.


    alliyah replied · Aug 29, 2021

    "of all my infinity" is such an intriguing phrase! This turned out neat!


    IcyFlame replied · Sep 1, 2021

    This is the kind of poetry even I can manage...

    How do I doubt thee? Let me count the ways.
    I doubt thee to the Netherworld and Norway and Neptune
    My soul can sing, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of being and ideal grace.
    I doubt thee to the level of every day's
    Most quiet need, by shell and sailboat.
    I doubt thee freely, as men strive for right.
    I doubt thee purely, as they turn from praise.
    I doubt thee with the passion put to use
    In my old shacks, and with my childhood's sparkle.
    I love thee with a doubt I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints. I doubt thee with the sculpture,
    Smiles, tears, of all my millennia; and, if God diminishes,
    I shall but doubt thee better after four centuries.


    SoullessGinger replied · Feb 10, 2022

    How do I despise thee? Let me count the ways.
    I despise thee to the wasteland and gazebo and Atlantis
    My soul can dance, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of being and ideal grace.
    I despise thee to the level of every day's
    Most quiet need, by bird and vase.
    I despise thee freely, as men strive for right.
    I despise thee purely, as they turn from praise.
    I despise thee with the passion put to use
    In my old quills, and with my childhood's hand.
    I love thee with a despise I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints. I despise thee with the map,
    Smiles, tears, of all my twilight; and, if God bakes,
    I shall but despise thee better after dusk.



Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness
— Allen Ginsburg