The heart bloomed
Like a rose ready to be plucked
Parched, it longed not for water
Only love was its thirst
And there it found
What it yearned for so long
Everything ever dreamt was
Put up as a crown
And life was perfect
Until he left
No rose ever wishes to be plucked.
I found this quiz on PlayBuzz called “Which Poetic Form are You?” http://www.playbuzz.com/jjsaddress10/which-poetic-form-are-you
I decided I would take the quiz and whatever my result was, I would try to write one. I challenge you all, whether you consider yourself a poet or not, to take this quiz and write whatever style you get. Just give it a try.
Btw, this was my result and its description: