Here’s My English Sonnet Homework


Write an English Sonnet

For creative writing class?

I better get right on it

Cause I really want to pass.

Why an English Sonnet?

‘Cause Miss Borum said we had to.

I’m having a little trouble on it.

If Miss Borum only knew.

I tried to channel Shakespeare

Some advice from the Bard?

It didn’t work, just like I feared.

Why is this so damn hard?

Miss Borum, this is not my best work, and for that I’m really sorry.

Your sonnet homework kicked my butt, how ‘bout a quick short story?

“The Secret”: a poem From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Runners

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My poem, The Secret, as previously published in Chicken Soup for the Soul, Runners.

The Secret

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.

~Walt Whitman

I’m not as confident as I seem

But the road doesn’t know that

It simply is

Hard and smooth beneath my shoes

As I start my morning run

I’m not as sure as I seem

But the road doesn’t know that

It stretches out before me

Like a string of unbroken promises

A morning just ready to begin

I’m not as strong as I seem

But the road doesn’t know that

It waits for me like a familiar friend

Nonjudgmental, yet


I hurt, I ache, I mourn

But the road doesn’t know that

Nor does it care

It simply is

Every day the same, a constant star

This I know for sure

I can’t go any farther

But the road doesn’t know that

It beckons me on, encouraging me

To break my record

Test my limits

Prove to myself I can do better

That’s the secret

Between the road and me

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Sticks and Stones


Sticks and stones will break my bones

But words can never hurt me

That’s not the truth I say to you

For words are surely deadly

I can’t forget your words that day

You thought I wasn’t listening

They burn so deep beneath my skin

The wound is never healing

Your words, suspended in midair

In every conversation

So loudly spoken without care

It’s just my observation

Sticks and stones can break my bones

But your words

Your words

Your words

They just might kill me