Triolet

When you said you loved me,
I know now, that you lied!
My heart was given just to thee;
when you said you loved me.
Those words they set my spirit free;
now suffer the wrath of wounded pride.
When you said you loved me,
I know now, that you lied.

Rondeau

Surrender life to death's embrace.
Sigh a last breath and go with grace.
Sing a last song, smile a last smile,
tell a final tale, and walk your final mile
Step through to that final, last someplace.

There, things move at a slower pace.
Treading feet, they leave no trace.
Find peace at last; thou willing exile.
Surrender life to death's embrace.

Do not to me your steps retrace,
go on and forward, find your place.
Think not on past and let regrets compile.
Go onward my friend, and walk your last mile.
Repose there under your snowy lace;
surrender life to death's embrace.

Tanka

To death I go down,
And you have abandoned me.
The autumn of life,
of my life, in twain with thee.
Cold and barren now seems to be.

Hover

The butterfly hovered over the drowsing girl on the ground; and made as if to land. Gently brushing her cheek it alighted on her soft warm skin and walked across her flesh.

The girl giggled and the butterfly took off.

"Hey momma, I just got a butterfly kiss."

Cinquain

Spin around in spring times rush.
Dance upon the sunlit fields.
Revel in the seasons first bursting blush.
Live for spring, winter it has healed.
Until unto winter, spring again yields.

Spencerian Sonnet

The end has come at last to me,
Here I say goodbye.
Do not mourn for I am free,
When it is my time to die.

Oh, sweet hours that we have spent, how quickly they do fly
to us night is ever drawing nearer
and in you arms I lie
In the moonlight, here I smile, the end grows swiftly clearer.

My eyes, my love are growing dimmer
I sigh a final breath
They, to loose their brightest shimmer
When I am gone to death.

Heart is warm, though body chill
I'll remember you, my love, when I am under hill.

English Sonnet

Tread lightly upon my heart,
you who do not intend to stay.
Make is possible to have a fresh start,
Walk along the side paths and pass me on my way.

Do not offer you hand, only to let me fall.
Do not make me wish for things that could never be.
Do not leave me waiting to hear your final call.
Do not make me to blind to see.

Tread lightly, tread lightly.
Leave no trace behind.
Always deal rightly,
With hearts that you may find.

Do not chain my soul to thee.
Teach my heart, then set me free.