Day 11 of NaPoWriMo.
My poem
A Shakespearean sonnet I wrote after hearing about J. Cole apologizing to Kendrick Lamar for a diss track recently.
From J. Fold with Love
I never meant to diss you in my track; The gassing up from friends made me explode. It took some days to realize it was wack; You know we're more than brothers on the low. Your albums aren't bad, I take it back; I played my hand and now I got to fold. At first I felt like Gambit on attack; But now I feel as powerless as Toad. The hatchet's buied more than six feet deep; You're the G.O.A.T. we all should truly fear. To show you that I'm saying what I mean, Listen to this brilliant idea: Just so we even up the score, Please use my diss track beat to diss me more.
Featured poem
A poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnet 43 called Sonnet 43 was written for her husband Robert.
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.