In the precedent
we were wistful
without astute.
But then I attained further
that it was my miraculous flute.
Its scrutiny fell into my heart.
Not knowing, it was a morbid
peril afloat from the start.
Its fascination and virtuosity
composed my heart. While
I was glum, my flute erected joy
that sprung into my soul. Which
represents my missing piece, spawned art.


Wow this took 4 hours, oh well. Can you guys guess what this
poem means? It is very obvious.

Is it about playing your flute? That your heart plays through your flute? Poetic answers. :P

I'm not good at poetry and don't personally like it, but I really like this one. Rimes well and keeps on the subject (which alot of bad poetry doesn't, which makes yours not bad). :)