Quote by Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

There ya go.
^^The above is a Cryptic Metaphor^^

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When they're down is the safest time.

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'My uncle, man of firm convictions...
By falling gravely ill, he's won
A due respect for his afflictions --
The only clever thing he's done.
May his example profit others;
But God, what deadly boredom, brothers,
To tend a sick man night and day,
Not daring once to steal away!
And, oh, how base to pamper grossly
And entertain the nearly dead,
To fluff the pillows for his head,
And pass him medicines morosely --
While thinking under every sigh:
The devil take you, Uncle. Die!'

From a brilliant translation of Pushkin's Eugene Onegin.
Just use enjambment when you get to your 10th syllable and try to write like you'd speak. We tend to speak unstressed-stressed, which is why iambic is used so much.

Also, sonnets are retardedly hard to write and make sense. There's a reason why many of the greatest writers are known for thier sonnets.
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The goatseman showed the world his buttocks
The horrid portal to a wretched world
Where dark temptation and filthy flesh knocks
Fear and rage into every boy and girl
His image spread much like his dam'ned legs
Along the screens of the unsuspecting
Thy who hath seen his malicious wrath beg
To free their mind from which he's projecting
No single mortal shall be well equipped
And if thy mind hath yet to be corrupt
Ne'er leave to rot inside the wretched crypt
For to descry may lead to taste deaths cup
Thus guard thy mind and shield thy wanton eyes
And take regard to the afflicted's cries

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