This is an original Shakespearean sonnet (14 lines, 10 syllables each, rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG) which I wrote for my English class project today. It's the first half-decent poem I've ever written. Please note the use of enjambments, that is, a sentence or idea crossing from one line to the next without punctuation. That is, don't pause at the end of every line, because it will come out sounding very, very strange if you do.
It's about the process of adapting to a new house.
A new home, with new places surrounding
And strangers around; nobody you know
Is around, and the feeling's confounding.
The neighbors welcome you kindly, although
You can't help but feel that something's not right.
This isn't a home, it's only a house.
It is empty, unwelcome, cold and white
And so large! You feel akin to a mouse.
But you bring your things to your new domain
And give the new house a worthy debut.
Realize that it just cannot be the same,
So you can find yourself at home anew.
You'll become familiar with the strange space,
To make it, truly, your home, and your place.
*sigh*
I think I just expended all my creative energy for a week.
I'll try and remember to update the post when it's graded.
Update: I got 110% :D
Said he was glad to see that I put time into it.
Plus it felt a lot better than just throwing some technically-correct one to scrape up a passing grade.
