I thought a sonnet I would try to write.
And trying such I found no easy task...

Remember when we were young,
We always had such fun...

Running up and down the street,
my face dirty, two odd feet...

Stars fill
The night sky...

Night time (Haiku)
Darkness all around...

This is a poem I wrote about a volcano in Iceland...
This ash is so foreboding...

You re not there anymore,
You re not sitting in your chair...

You only think that you love me,
But all that you can ever see...

Outside the snow is glistening...
And my heart just breathes a sigh...

In a world that's known for tit for tat,
where revenge is sweet, and I'll get your back...

Poems, are expressions, of the mind,
Whenever, you are trying, to find...

Poetry is a song, a gentle heartbeat.
A stroll in summer along the beach...