#anti-sonnet

[the-final-sentence]

But they don't have a relationship.

Mag Gabbert, from "Anti-Sonnet"

[lucyavictoria-blog]

A Lover's Faux Pas

A Lover’s Faux Pas

To this day he won’t admit what it was. In his brokenness, and mine, he pinned, drowned me, pushed me, and thus his grief fable, down. Broke in and entered–a lover’s faux pas. Hellish red leather, hot under babe claws scratching for mercy, reaching all around, grasping, gasping for air, arms to surround me with security– Force made me pause beneath him. But I am not beneath him. No. And it’s not…

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[honorj-blog]

Sonnet 0.

This is not a sonnet, nor so to speak  Petrarchan, lying prostrate at his feet, I spit on them, and those imitators Who speak of fresh love, through pre-opened doors.   Sighs of lonely lovers in concordance, The lecture hall sighs in an accordance. 'You fools!' You bore us so till heads on desk Sonorous sounds collide, all needing rest. The same thing said, the same way, over-done, Those fourteen lines occasion all to run.

'haps you wonder, why I don't mention you?  Your complexion akin to morning dew? Because this form recalls love from afar, We don't fit this form, we always are.