Don't want to remember but can't forget
that horrible night I've tried to deny;
four men attacked me and left me to die
at first sight they didn't seem like a threat
but seeing a pretty face, their minds were set
on rape and defilement. Oh God, why?
All I could do was to moan and cry
feelings now are of pain and regret
Thoughts that run through my head are unpleasant
shame is my future, agony the present
nothing I do will ever be pleasant.
Abandoned and hopeless, no pity for me
will I ever accept what had to be?
'cause the mem'ries still haunt and I am not free.
Author notes
Italian Sonnet:
An Italian sonnet is composed of an octave, rhyming abbaabba, and a sestet, rhyming
cdecde or cdcdcd, or in some variant pattern, but with no closing couplet.
Source: Shadowpoetry
Username: Faeryn
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good job!
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I really like how you have used this form to present your poem. Thank you for entering this contest
just a note to ask you to check that you have followed the rules - I wish you the best of luck when it comes to judging!
Keep writing
Polly
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wow. this poem makes me feel so deeply for you. Great wor
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Not only is this a very good Petrachan sonnet it is using a very unusual, possibly unique, rhyming pattern for the sestet of a pair of triplets.
A bold and successful attempt at a tricky form, very well written.
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*Stands back, looking at you*
This is wonderful! I am so impressed Tay. The Italian sonnet is more difficult to write than the English Sonnet. Bravo!
Love,
Amera♥
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hunnnie this is sooo adorablee a sonnet so well written
i liked it a lot and specially your last 2 lines
will I ever accept what had to be?
'cause the mem'ries still haunt and I am not free.
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