03-20-2014, 09:51 PM
You taught so well of life to trust.
Without you now, at times, a bust -
The sense of whom desires hand
Of mine to take and make a stand.
A wish you spoke I wish you wrote
Oft flutters for a queasy float.
Move on I will and grant you yours
On through the never ending moors.
You can write anyway you want. Besides the awkward phrasing and the forced rhyme, there isn't much to the poem. The content is small, the awkwardness stands out everywhere. If you're trying to write with an old style you still need content.
Without you now, at times, a bust -
The sense of whom desires hand
Of mine to take and make a stand.
A wish you spoke I wish you wrote
Oft flutters for a queasy float.
Move on I will and grant you yours
On through the never ending moors.
You can write anyway you want. Besides the awkward phrasing and the forced rhyme, there isn't much to the poem. The content is small, the awkwardness stands out everywhere. If you're trying to write with an old style you still need content.