Found Poetry 53

4/5/19

how can I be cool with her heart
so close to mine confined
her eyes harvested love
and kept it captive
her, the executor of my will
so true and strange
gentle to the unkind
me, dull and stormy
she found me in the weeds
and plucked me out
to grow in a vase

This poem was created from William Shakespeare's collected sonnets. Click here to see a book by Shakespeare.

Please anonymously VOTE on the content you have just read:

Like:
Dislike:



For poetry, I recommend:


Please show me a randomly selected poem