Form: Sapphic Ode Sonnet Now what am I to write today? I have to get my coursework in, my lovely girls can splash and play
Form: Free Verse Mistakes, the syllabus from which we learn.
Form: English Sonnet Dedicated to the Greenian Poet, Jeff Green of the Cricket I have a guide in poetry, I do! A poet guide who sees me right and true. No spirit he, so real. A friend in word,
Form: English Sonnet The stars glisten between billowing clouds, Flirting with the mists of my silent dream. Floating in the illusion of mystic shrouds
Form: Quatrains Another night alone in our bedroom, memories of you lying ev’rywhere Eyes red with tears, my senses in the gloom
Form: Couplets Months of work coming to a final test, three-hour papers in hot rooms, it’s no jest. Classics, linguistics, fine art, all for me,
Form: Free Verse No warning, just attack my senses. Anger and rage
Form: Quatrains Love, a state of contradiction and such, a world of deep joy, yet agony too. Is it enough or could it be too much?
Form: Quatrains My lads are both Portsmouth boys, and today they are full of football joys. Portsmouth have won the cup to their loudest cheers
Form: English Sonnet The reflections of early summer sun, Glistens again on my windows this year, They blend invisibly ready for fun
Form: English Sonnet The hell's angels on electric scooters Race along the promenade to the pier. Make sure you move at the sound of hooters
Form: Curtal Sonnet The three black cats that live by my Nan Gang up at dusk and strut about looking tough