The first poem on this page is a Sonnet by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Her poem has a lot of reflection on love. There is more detail about it
under the poem. The Second Poem is another Sonnet by Romana Machado
and its about the summer.
The third poem on this page is an Ode by William Wordsworth.
This is sort of an old time poem, if you can tell, he uses the word
"thy" a lot and it is also a little hard to understand because of the 
words that are used in the poem. More detail is given under the poem.

Sonnet By Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by need an moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolutions power,
I might be driven to sell you love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be. I do not think I would. 
Metaphor- If you notice the line where it says
"Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath,"
it gives an example of love trying to be compared with a life
giving item.

Rhyme Scheme- There is only a half rhyme in this poem.

Imagery- The imagery in this poem trys to show you that love is
a very important thing in a person's life. It gives the image that
love can give life and still take life at the same time.

A Summer Sonnet By: Romana Machado

I could compare you to a summer day -
No! Summer's beautiful, but full of doubt,
He smiles sweetly, but he'll never stay,
And Summer's cash is always running out.
He laughs with me, then he turns and burns,
He's cold for weeks, then he'll change his mind -
Fair? No, unfair! Unaware of my concerns,
Gorgeous? Sure, but stupid, random, blind.
Dear, when you say you'll stay, you always will,
And when you change, you always give a reason,
You're too fierce for time or death to kill!
How could I compare you to a season?
You will shine, as constant as a star,
When this poem is forgotten; most poems are.
Personification- If you look at
"And Summer's cash is always running out," it gives the image that 
summer is spending money, and only humans can spend money.

Ode to Duty By William Wordsworth

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!
O Duty! if that name thou love
Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove;
Though, who art Victory and law
When empty terrors overlawe;
From vain temptations dost set free;
And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
There are who ask not if thine eye
Be on them; who, in love and truth
Where no misgiving is, rely
Upon the genial sense of youth:
Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot;
Who do they work, and know it not:
Oh! if through confidence misplaced
They fail, they saving arms, dread power! around them cast.
 
Serene will be our days and bright,
And happy will our nature be,
When love is an unerring light,
And joy its own security.
And they a blissful course may hold
Even now, who, not unwisely bold,
Live in the spirit of this creed;
Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need.
I, Loving freedom, and untried;
No sport of every random gust,
Yet being to myself a guide,
Too blindly have reposed my trust:
And oft, when in my heart was heard
Thy timely mandate, I deferred
The task, in smoother walks to stary;
But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.
Through no disturbance of my soul,
Or strong compunction in my wrought,
I supplicate for thy control;
But in the quietness of though:
Me this uncharted freedome rites;
I feel the weight of chance-desires:
My hopes no more must change their name,
I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Stern Lawgiver! yet though dost wear
The Godhead's most benignant grace;
Nor know we anything so fair
As is the smile upon thy face:
Flowers laugh before thee on their beds
And fragrance in thy footing treads;
Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong;
And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
To humbler functions, awful Power!
I call thee: I myself commend
Unto thy guidance from this hour;
Oh, let my weakness have and end!
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give;
And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live!