Give me a sonnet

i actaully just had to write one yesterday for my english class, it was the worst poem ever, there so hard to write

I wrote one last year.
you still needing one?



What is Mad, Anyways? - Laura McIsaac

What is mad? Is it being "crazy" or
perhaps just common realization,
and not wanting your life to stay a bore,
which is certain in this situation:
born into a culture, you are told how
to live, feel, think, with no reasoning told.
Until one day, where you raise an eyebrow, and start to ask why everything feels cold.

You turn on a stampede of asking why-
this makes you feel lost and disillusioned.
There's no place to go, so you just will cry
You can't understand this new confusion.

If you're lucky, get distracted not sad,
If not, well, they are the ones we call mad.

I wrote a paper on this one, well it was one of several in my paper, but anyway by Thomas Wyatt, "They Flee from me that sometimes did me seek"

They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle tame and meek
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themselves in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range
Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
And therewithal sweetly did me kiss,
And softly said, Dear heart, how like you this?

It was no dream, I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness
And she also to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindely am served,
I would fain know what she hath deserved.

http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/

does anyone have a sonnet that they wrote themselves, that could be just copy and pasted on here, it can be about anything

BUMPP!

you people suck