Treasure Island

Brianna Perreira

(February 4,1994 / Hilo, HI)

First sonnet


These words, they just wont come out of my head.
They stay deep down inside, where i can't reach.
I feel as if my mind has now gone dead.
These thoughts, i just cant hold, i want to screech!
You want me to write you a just sonnet,
but i cant think of what to say to you.
All i can think of is the word bonnet,
because its the only rhyme i can do.
if you want a better sonnet than this.
Then so help me, cause i don't have a clue.
do you think of my sonnet as amiss?
or are these thoughts down in my head adieu?
Will these ideas in my mind now leave?
So then i ask when will i be relieved?

Submitted: Friday, February 13, 2009
Edited: Friday, February 13, 2009

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (First sonnet by Brianna Perreira )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. For The Love Of God, Joseph Walden
  2. Goblin Sage, Alexander Onoja
  3. By the broken bridge, Pradip Chattopadhyay
  4. Ratri, Mishka Allport
  5. Moon! Oh Moon!, Somanathan Iyer
  6. A Tale of Two Eateries, GEORGE AMADI
  7. THEY PASSED AWAY CALMLY رحلوا بهدوء, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  8. A World, Just Within Reach, Doug Blair
  9. Enter Mario Gotze, GEORGE AMADI
  10. समनि नायथाय- 08, Ronjoy Brahma

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Dickinson

70

"Arcturus" is his other name—
I'd rather call him "Star."
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!

I slew a worm the other day—
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Kenneth Allott

 
[Hata Bildir]