Poetry isn't difficult. Poetry is helpful

That's an awesome poem, as well as awesome lyrics from a song! My favorite poem is "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight," by Dylan Thomas:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

As their heartbeat sounded, hers aligned and pounded.

left without a poem

all of them spent

on frivolty

and Ashbury

You don't know my brain, the way you know my name.

You don't know my heart, the way you know my face.

- twenty one pilots

(this is a lyric to a song)

The dark is sultry, warm, and sweet

a place I struggle with down th street

The light evades me, burns my skin

My mind is weathered, torn, and thin

you wrench my heart and pull in eranest

a poem from my cave ofthe burnst'

haven't any more, all dried up

unwaterd garden, dry and crisp about to blow up