to write good poems so why
not read these instead
Stargazers
Rage against the dying of the light.
Floriography. Kind of.
Family and stranger.
I hate this the most.
A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.
Neverending tears.
Shaped by the clearest blue.
If you must live, love.
It's not your fault.
T. S. Elliot