Question

medal

Answer 1

go for it

Answer 2

find the figurative languages in this poem Why speak of hate, when I do bleed for love?
Not hate, my love, but Love doth bite my tongue
Till I taste stuff that makes my rhyming rough
So flatter I my fever for the one
For whom I inly mourn, though seem to shun.
A rose is arrows is eros, so what
If I confuse the shade that I’ve become
With winedark substance in a lover’s cup?
But stop my tonguely wound, I’ve bled enough.
If I be fair, or false, or freaked with fear
If I my tongue in lockèd box immure
Blame not me, for I am sick with love.
Yet would I be your friend most willingly
Since friendship would infect me killingly.

Answer 3

personificatio on the first line.

Answer 4

love doth bite my tongue

Answer 5

ok anymore

Answer 6

ummm

Answer 7

I think metaphor on "a rose is arrows" ask @rose21 she is good at these things

Answer 8

anymore @rose21

Answer 9

i really dont know i am not good with simile metaphor and personification :P

Answer 10

me either sorry

Answer 11

ok anymore @noneyabusiness

Answer 12

it can be any figurative languages

Answer 13

hmmm.

Answer 14

yup

Answer 15

maybe @skittlez13 can help

Answer 16

"For whom I inly mourn, though seem to shun."