Eternity

Here's a quick note for those who don't know what a Shakespearean sonnet is: A Shakespearean sonnet is composed of four parts, three quatrains (stanza's with four lines) and one couplet (a stanza with two lines). The first quatrain introduces the sonnet, the second establishes a problem, the third rounds off the problem, and the couplet establishes a solution of sorts. The rhyming pattern goes ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. Each line is composed of iambic pentameter, or ten syllables with each syllable alternating between a soft sound and a hard sound. While I'm not sure I got the iambs completely right, everything else is spot on. So enjoy!

 

Eternity

A man who does walk upon a great hill,

Pushes his weighted stone forevermore.

And in decades to come and many still,

He will push this stone up to the far shore.

But when he reaches the crest of the mound,

The weighted stone rolls right down the slope.

And then the stone rests upon the dry ground,

Then the man begins to lose all his hope.

But then he gets the stone and perseveres,

And pushes it up the rise once again.

His cries untold reach many people’s ears,

As he walks into the great lion’s den.

So to him I do say, remember this,

With rest eternal comes eternal bliss.

Doves

Doves

An arrow clutched between its talons,

A bomb strapped across its chest.

The poor dove brings forth battalions,

And then is sent to kill all off the rest.

A skull adorns the poor dove’s brow,

And fire spreads across its feathers.

We shall not break our sacred vows,

To bring destruction with the weather.

Embers eat the poor dove alive,

As its conscious burns to ashes.

Ashes of doves do make most cry,

For the end of war that to Earth crashes.

Shadows do fall

Shadows do Fall

What is day but another construction to give us hope?

What is night but a different construction to take it away?

As cold winds blow across the globe,

In the bitter winds the trees do sway.

As day brings warmth and life to Earth,

Night brings chill and death.

As the fire extinguishes in Gaia’s hearth,

I lay poor Gaia to rest.

Orion is but a cruel lover,

Who gives but then takes away.

He gives her ground that light does cover,

And then makes her dismay.

As stone turns to dirt beneath her skin,

And as that dirt turns cold.

The trial of darkness does begin,

And she goes through strife untold.

Flowers wither beneath the moon,

Who has an unflinching gaze.

And yet poor Gaia still does swoon,

As though she goes through a haze.

Life brings life to surface,

And death brings death still more.

And life has but one spoken purpose,

Which is to bring us to death’s shore.

Peace

Peace

He who lay without a sound,

In a coffin underground,

Laid to rest and rest in peace,

May he have eternal sleep.

He who wakes before he dies,

Now no longer silent he lies,

Screaming, kicking, buried down,

Six feet underneath the ground.

He who struggles in his bed,

Where forever he rests his head,

Fighting for life once more,

Trying to escape hell’s door.

He who falters in his fight,

Just about to give up life,

Gently he drifts into sleep,

Now he gets eternal peace.

Bravery

Bravery

A group of three hundred all gather around,

All bunched together not making a sound.

And then seven thousand more all ready to die,

All ready to fight at Thermopylae.

Together they stand,

While alone they fall.

When ranks break,

They go to the thrall.

Tomorrow will come,

Yet they die today.

Remember those who fought in the shade.

A brave man’s war,

A brave man’s fight,

To protect their land,

To protect their pride.

They lost their land,

They kept their pride.

They had their love,

Yet they lost their fight.

Seven thousand three hundred all ready to die,

All ready to fight at Thermopylae.

Angels Cry

Angels Cry

A fiery burst from in the sky,

A burst to set the heavens alight,

A fire to make the stars all die,

A death to make the angels cry.

Tears grace the Earth, bringing profit to its soil,

Yet causing such havoc and turmoil.

 All of this caused when the stars did die,

A death that made the angels cry.

The Earth comes up and buckles in dismay,

The heavens come down and down they lay.

And still the stars continue to die,

A death that makes the angels cry.

And so the story of life unfolds,

The meaning of strife untold.

And all because the stars did die,

A death that saw the angels cry.