I find that the more I write poetry using a really strict form (a sonnet, villenelle, triolet, sestina) the better my free verse gets. I am a firm believer that a good poet has to learn the rules before he can break them and become really original with his work. Also, I think most of the poems posted on this thread are great.
So here is a sonnet that I wrote.
The Duality of Men(tality)
My only friend and bitter enemy
Fills my eyes with tears then wipes them dry.
As gentle as my Father taking care of me
With fire and grace he tears me from the sky.
Shieking from the outside to my inner hate
Yet whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
Hell doesn't want him nor does the state.
If I died tomorrow he wouldn't shed a tear.
Kill him now, let him hang upon the tree.
Give him love and bow down at his feet.
Make him beg as he struggles there to breathe.
And while he swings you'll pay for your deceit.
For When you cut out your duality.
All that's left is an observers mentality.
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