6TH YEAR - SHAKESPEARE SONNETS-

Agus Arruua

The Poem

"The Lines"
What can you write in a line?
What can you make with a line?
When can you cross the line?

The life is like a strange line
at first you were a child
Have you ever seen a line
when you were a child?
This line has points...

Then you are caught in a railway
and you have become an adult
In your life perhaps you said:
" I will really do my dreams"

Perhaps you were afraid but you continued
You continue and you are living now
You draw the points of your line

And now you are drawing it
Don´t worry you have grown up
you have made your life.

Facundo Ruarte

I hate the way you look at me, with that smile?
I hate the way you dress like a model, you steal all the eyes??
I hate it when you change my mood that makes me feel bipolar?
I hate the strange way you make me angry, like an old fishmonger?
I hate you when you say that you feel lonely, am I a ghost??
I hate you when you ignore me, that makes me want you even more
I hate the power you have on me, that makes me always get on fire
but mostly I hate when you make me feel like nobody else can make me feel, because it makes me forgive all the things I hate about you

Tefi Montans

I hate the way you make my heart beat
I hate the way you ignore me when you are with your friends
I hate when I´m replaced with others
And I hate u more when u get bored and call me at 4 am
I hate when im dreary n ur message makes me smile
I hate the beautiful way u sleep by my side
I hate missing the way u sue for coffee every morning but I hate most when u let me go
But most of all I hate the way I love you, because it makes forget everything else I feel

  

Sarah Maga

My poem:
I hate your hair
I hate your life, and
the way you dance
and I hate your smell
I hate when you stay with
your friends while I cry on
the stage
I hate your hands but not the
way you touch
I'm crying right now because
you taught me to love, and that
is why I hate you so much.

Juanma Stock

My poem.

I hate the way you look at me
I hate the way you dress
I hate it when you change my mood
I hate your smile
I hate it so much,
that makes me love it
I hate you when you make me feel like nothing important
I hate you when you say that you feel lonely,
when it’s not true
I hate you every time you ignore me
I hate the power you have on me
but mostly I hate you when you make me feel happy
because it makes me love you
and forgive all I hate you
At all.

Ariana Coriolani

Here's my poem.

I hate the way you make me feel,
I just can't explain.
I hate the way you make me laugh,
no matter what you say.
I hate the way you make me blush,
without even trying hard.
And I mostly hate the way,
you ignored me last night.

I hate the freckles in your cheeks,
they look like stars to me.
I hate the way you won't notice me in a week,
because you just don't care about me.
I hate the way I am now,
writing silly poems about you,
because I am completely fallen
and I don't complain a little bit,
not even at all.

I hate the way you talk with me
And the way you see me
I hate the way you write me
I hate it when you try to pretend that nothing happens
I hate your sarcastic words
And the way you are with me
I hate you so much it makes me love you more strangely
It even makes me think that you aren't like I suppose
I hate the way you're always that I talk to you
I hate it when you try to ignore me
I hate it when you make me feel invisible
Even worse when you make me get nervous
I hate it when you're not on a place where I can see you
And the fact that you hide from me
But mostly I hate the way I love you
Not even a little
Not even a bit of love I feel for you
Not even I hate you

by Naza Fuentes