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11-09-2022, 04:46 PM
Do you enjoy English? If you do you must enjoy writing then?
For many years poems have been the centre of English writing, the earliest written poetry in history is the Epic of Gilgamesh written in cuneiform; however, it is most likely that The Tale of the Shipwrecked Sailor predates Gilgamesh by half a millennium.
https://i.imgur.com/YCYc9aI.jpg
Below is the Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? by William Shakespeare.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
For this competition I would like you to create your own poem and post it down below.
Each entry will receive 30 forum tokens.
One lucky winner will receive 5c or an Academic Backpack.
https://i.imgur.com/qkDppxF.png
For many years poems have been the centre of English writing, the earliest written poetry in history is the Epic of Gilgamesh written in cuneiform; however, it is most likely that The Tale of the Shipwrecked Sailor predates Gilgamesh by half a millennium.
https://i.imgur.com/YCYc9aI.jpg
Below is the Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? by William Shakespeare.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
For this competition I would like you to create your own poem and post it down below.
Each entry will receive 30 forum tokens.
One lucky winner will receive 5c or an Academic Backpack.
https://i.imgur.com/qkDppxF.png