Form: Aubade A disgruntled duvet lies on the floor in a heap of crumpled rejection as she lies naked
Form: Arabian Sonnet 3 (tetrameter) Your love was never meant for me And now my words must make me see
Form: American Sonnet Once more sifting through the debris of time When the mind is confused by the heart’s strife
Form: Alfred Dorn Sonnet Author’s Note: Prompt: Your Valentine’s Day feelings, well, the world knows what I think of that but okay a sonnet to say it – delightfully assisted by Rod Stewart.
Form: Acrostic Poetry Seeking love in all the wrong places Clasping a shattered heart