This first one is a sonnet in iambic pentameter (pre-divorce):
This ethereal person, I declaim,
Is the angel of my interior,
And the Mephistophelian young dame
Who has ensnared my heart behind locked door.
This damsel is quite a phenomenon,
Her yearning hesitant heart ravages my
Soul but, she also is like my bright sun,
Whose shining rays amiss, I would soon die.
How can my beauideal, also the
Destroyer and Restorer of my world,
Change my whole life by just smiling at me?
My eyes are blind to all except this girl.
Truth told, no line of mine is ersatz sound.
Thoughts voiced, I swear my love to her unbound.
This next one is free verse (post-divorce):
Play him a morbid psalmody, a death song,
To pay your debt to nature and end a life of long
Suffering. There is not but to sink into the grave,
No need for a struggle or to be strong or brave.
Release all anguish. No reason not to embrace
Azrael. Run, and kiss this saving angel's face,
This champion of cessation. Show no fear, gather
To your fathers, unwind, release, leave this rather
Lonely plane. Give in, embrace the king of terrors,
Only he can severe your heavy, mortal tethers.
So lemme know what you think of my work.