The title of this piece is called love.  The purpose of this piece was to create my own sonnet. I included this piece to show the new types of poetry I am learning. I am proud of this piece because it displays my creativity. I learned that there is more to metric than the number of syllables you use.

LOVE

Love is that buttermilk biscuit taste

that grandma’s fried chicken taste

that down south cornbread taste

that fresh bacon straight out the skillet taste

Love is that hot chocolate and marshmallows in the winter smell

that momma putting on her chanel number 5 perfume in the morning smell

Love is that creak in the front door sound

that daddy’s finally home from work sound

Love is that first kiss in the summer underneath the stars feel

that boyfriend hugging you tight to his chest when your sad feel

your first break up over the phone feel

that hitting rock bottom feeling