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Originally Posted by CoolBec
It's still a love sonnet though...kinda 
The Lifeboat
Sequestered by the waters of life, trapped on an island of despair
my horizon barren of hope
going nowhere...
Stripped of the clothing of contentment, naked on a cay of anguish
my days barren of expectation
it comes to me!
Shrouded in moralistic servitude...had it been there all along?
my heart barren of perception?
Love is my lifeboat!
(Becky P. 2013)
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Heavy on the "kinda," seeing as both traditional sonnet forms--the Italian and English--have 14 lines and are written in iambic pentameter. There are, of course, many variations, such as Hopkins' curtal sonnet, the caudate sonnet popularized by Milton and the emerging sonnetoid form--just to name a few. But your poem doesn't really share any of the well-established traits of the sonnet form, the primary being that a "problem" is established and then finally resolved by the end of the poem.
The sonnet, historically speaking, was written by a man for an unobtainable woman. While many have played with this form (think Donne's
Holy Sonnets or even Anne Bradstreet's poems for her husband, children, and grandchildren), this poem, I would be hard-pressed to say, is anything near a sonnet. This poem really doesn't convey any sort of meaningful rhetoric, isn't written in meter, and doesn't have a volta that segues into a resolution. This poem falls closer in line to being a free verse poem.
Yours in Christ,
Dr. Boo Bear