Here are two sonnets I wrote last year for my Creative Writing class. You don't have to critique
them, but please enjoy anyway! (If you care, the first sonnet is Shakespearian and the second is Petrarchan.)
Social Anxiety/Fear
How can a fear infest a timid mind?
The fear that wells inside my soul, so deep
Within my quaking, shaking heart entwined;
Crippling fear compels my eyes to weep.
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Anxiety does not care for the weak,
Nor can it feel the depths of this despair.
Unfeeling and so cold, this fear critiques
A shattered soul whose fear has laid it bare.
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Yet hope succeeds our toxic dread within
If crippled hearts can only tear away.
Perhaps a shred of hope is still akin
To tattered, scattered thoughts lost in fear's fray.
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This doubt will always be a battle cry
Against the extroverts until we die
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The Wind
A silent ghost, she stirs the steadfast trees
And whispers softly in their ears “I stand
Amidst the highest peaks; above the land
Encased by frost. The winter's chillest breeze
I am, who will your sturdy branches freeze.
But in the warmth of spring, I'll heat the sand
Beneath your roots. The summer's scorching hand
Will melt the stony cold with graceful ease.”
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“I drift alone among the solemn seas.
My fingers clasp a ship's strong stern, and dash
The port with driven waves. I'll give to you
Sweet music with your golden leaves I seize.
Their dance is short, but with their gray burnt ash
I'll swirl the air till winter takes its cue.”
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Okay, I was really drawn to 'The Wind', so that's what I'll be reviewing
The first thing I noticed (after I read it through the first time for enjoyment) was the rhyming scheme.
It's obvious stanza 1 goes,
abbaabba
which is fine with me.
The stanza 2 also has a rhyming pattern -
abc,abc
Personally I feel a poem should keep the rhyming throughout, but that's up to you.
I didn't find any grammatical mistakes, but I would like to mention capitalization at the beginning of each line.
Would it look normal If all my sentences where Like this? I mean, with every line Starting with capitalization, Think about it! It looks strange When you put it into An actual sentence!
So I always make the rule; after a period, as per usual. You capitalize it. Otherwise, unless a word is very Important, don't.
If it's a style thing, though, I would mention it so people don't add it in their reviews (sometimes I do poems with no capitalization and I add it as an A/N so people don't correct it)
Okay, with all the boring stuff done and over with, onto the fun part - the wording/content!
The first part of the first stanza, I would change a thing! As for the last part...
Stanza 2:
Again, love the first part!
All in all, I loved this poem. You used lots of descriptors which I generally suck at doing ... I'm also gonna say I loved the length - I just finished reviewing a really long piece, so this is nice and short in comparison
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Ha, I actually agree with the rhyming thing, but I wrote it as a Petrachan sonnet, which has the rhyme scheme of abbaabba for the first stanza and a different rhyme scheme for the second, which is somewhat more flexible (something like cddcdd)
And then the capitalization is also a preference. I think it looks better and more "proper" in poems, since you aren't writing prose
But thank you so much for the review! These were fun sonnets to write for me
Hey there! MJ stopping by for another (pitiful attempt at a) review
Since you referred to fear as more of a general emotion rather than a specific phobia of something, I would say just 'fear' for the sake of consistency.When I looked up the definition of 'fray', it came up as a verb and not a noun as you used it here. It's possible I'm missing something here, so if you could just clear that up, I would appreciate it. If I'm correct and it's not a word, then I would take it out.
Smaller nitpick here, but I would put a dash in between gray and burnt for grammar purposes.
So I don't have much to critique here since these were very wonderful poems, but I'll just give my thoughts on what I thought about them and how they made me feel.
As an introvert, I can really identify with the first one. I thought you personified fear and isolation very well, and my favorite line was "this fear critiques... A shattered soul whose fear has laid it bare". This was a great way to describe how those with anxiety and even those who don't have anxiety can judge themselves and critique them. My one critique would be "Anxiety does not care for the weak" since that doesn't really fit with the overall theme of the poem, but again, I'm not a great reviewer of poetry and I try and just offer my thoughts, so don't feel obligated to make any changes.
As far as the second poem, personally I didn't like the style as much. That's obviously only personal feelings, and you still did a beautiful job with description and personification, but the flow of the stanzas wasn't my style and it didn't hit as hard as your first one. My critique for this poem would be the very last line, "I'll swirl the air till winter takes its cue." For whatever reason, I just didn't really feel that 'cue' was the best word there. I understand you needed something that rhymes with 'you', but maybe 'till winter begins anew" or something would fit better. Just a thought, and again, it was purely a stylistic reason that I didn't enjoy this poem as much as I enjoyed the first one.
Overall, I can see a lot of potential in you as a poet, and want to encourage you to keep writing and experimenting with different styles. These were some of the better poems I've seen around YWS, so keep up the great work, and don't hesitate to contact me if you have any questions. Thanks for sharing!
Best wishes,
MJ
Ha, fray is a noun meaning battle or struggle (http://www.thefreedictionary.com/fray), but that's ok! I'm glad people are checking up on the vocab in the poem.

Thanks for the comments on both sonnets! Actually, I'm not fond of the last line of the 2nd sonnet either, because I spent half the time writing this poem just trying to write that last line.
I write poetry mainly for people to enjoy, not for people to praise, so I'm glad that you were able to find at least some enjoyment in these!