Sonna
Inspired by the napowrimo prompt yesterday cinquain, i've written one about sonnalove's character. all rights to her character belong to her i've gotten permission beforehand to use sonna in this piece of fiction.
A Cinquain of my high school
School Hell, cold, Trampling, destroying, darkening Running in turmoil forever Hell
A Cinquain
Dragons Glow out at me Like a beacon of hope They guide me in the time of dark To light
Poems for Joseph Jackal
cinquain form when you flatten, you're like a boss or when you mold someone into something more i take pleasure as i spy though you can be scary, i want to cry but i won't, lest i be a mat upon your floor an attempt at a sonnet when you