I tried a little piece of Sonnet, though it, might not be perfect on Iambic Pentameter. Hope you will like it.

(The sonnet is a popular classical form that has compelled poets for centuries. Traditionally, the sonnet is a fourteen-line poem written in iambic pentameter, employing one of several rhyme schemes, and adhering to a tightly structured thematic organization)

Pious Sin

 The leaf fell from the tree, slowly;
 who let go of whom, the leaf or the tree?
the journey was not easy, truly;
was there chaos within or did someone feel free?

The birds left their home, seeking horizons new & high,
pieces of memories crumbling, shattering away,
the caretaker looks on, teary eyed with a sigh,
rainbow of hopes transforming to the hue of grey.

The scars on the moon add to its beauty,
lovers & poets singing praises, chanting hymns,
as the moon sulks within all along on its night duty,
far from this reality mortals rejoice in its silvery beams. 

Sometimes hidden is what is seen,
what is pious and what is sin?

PS. I learned this poem in a poetry Workshop called Soulcraft

Love,

Chinmayee