Trying to learn how to write poems

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Trying to learn how to write poems
As his life presented itself to him
He realised he was a part of this play
That he could choose his path
That this moment right here was his to keep
And so, he smiled
as his face met the earth beneath him
The soil, like soft kisses, inviting and welcoming, said "you're at peace now"
- poems about death and grief
And then it hit me
Striking like a lightning rushing to meet his unfulfilled destiny
That life is all but a moment
This moment right here, and what you choose to make of it
While you watch the earth and life unfold around you
You are here.
I asked where we were going
You said "I don't know, lead the way"
I was perplexed
Then my wings rose
And they took me where my soul most wanted to be
And before I knew my darling
We built a home on the moon
And of course when you think of houses you think of the memories and moments it held inside. It may be empty or destroyed and abandoned, but you can't help but wonder and imagining the laughs and cries it held, the kisses and hugs and dances, the cooking with your lover, the run through the garden and getting your clothes full of dirt, the singing, the beautiful beautiful image of a life inside a home
When I have my own house, I wanna have a library filled with books and those movable staircases to reach the higher shelves' books, the house will have lots of plants, and sunlight coming from the windows, poofs and sofas where I can just lay back and chill with my friends and talk, a lot of ecological ways of saving money and water and resources, it'll either have a really large garden or a forest near it. And ofc a local café at a walking or biking distance in the countryside where I can come to read. Imma make it the most welcoming home to everybody where they can come around and pass the time. And ofc I'm dreaming all this but that's the point.
Poetry
For so many years I tried to write it properly and make it sound to your soul...
But then I realized, to write poetry you only need to have a soul and let it speak.