Poetry thread

I've never tried poetry, but here's something:

Seas of wheat awave and shade aplenty,
Streams glittering, ducks paddling gently,
Eaten by machines, colours falling to ground,
Flows more angry, winds swirl around,

Night draws in and views diminish,
Twigs abound, a year prepares to finish,
A fluffy clouded dream gone to rain,
Autumn beckons winter, come again.

This is a bit better:

Trains clattering along on wheels of steel,
Sound dead'ning leaves gone, twigs all bare,
Sunbeams bright little warmth to feel,
Giving way to gloom, grey and damp air.

Creaking above, winds causing strain,
Old boughs prepare as best they can,
Cold is coming, mice have stored their grain,
Fungi flourish, colours turn all wan.

Spider webs, rendered visible by frost,
Breaths plume in air now still,
Birds yet to depart look a little lost,
Children try to summon snow by will.

Behind misty panes candles flicker,
Festive trees bejeweled all aglow,
Streets rumble with sounds of a gritter,
Men of snow awaiting children to grow.

A bit of fun:

The bells chime, fifteen minutes to go,
Another hour draws closer,
The hands rotate, oh so slow,
Bongs ring out, the hours now over.

The bats fly, insects to catch,
Candles alight, born of a match,
Drips fall, a defective old patch,
A cat looks on and has a quick scratch.

The mice see the scene isn't clear,
They huddle together, biding their time,
Called to tea, away goes their fear,
Into the night they come, food to find.

Unseen, someone watches from above,
Launched in silence, white as a dove,
Chocolate in the trap the mice do love,
Trap snaps, owl's claws close like a glove.

These are great! For not trying it before you are really getting into it fast!

These are great! For not trying it before you are really getting into it fast!